No, You Don't Understand — Summary

Why I wouldn't open up to you. Why trust someone who never listens? Who kept me just for the attention?

Words flew out But the barrier remained Though no matter how hard you tried It forever stayed.

Nothing told how I felt My smiles and laughs seemed all to real Nothing like the fakes But I sure fooled you.

No, you don't understand Why I wouldn't open up to you. Why trust someone who never listens? Who kept me just for the attention?

My wall too high My spirit seemed to fly Only it wasn't a secret Of how the words never reached us.

I opened up But always at the right time. You pushed me away And realized too late.

No, you don't understand Why I wouldn't open up to you. Why trust someone who never listens? Who kept me just for the attention?

Outside, I'm an angel Alone, I'm mistaken. But now I see the truth And only spot a monster.

I almost told you everything about me What fool I was to trust you. But now my wall's stronger And I can only thank you.

No, you don't understand Why I wouldn't open up to you. Why trust someone who never listens? Who kept me just for the attention?

You hit the restart button But it took you longer than before And by the time I came though You were pushing me out the door.

Begs and pleas For me to open up Yet I always pushed by Never showing what's inside.

So, no you don't understand Why I wouldn't open up to you. Why trust someone who never listens? Who kept me just for the attention?

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The speaker is talking to someone who feels shut out and can't see why. The answer comes back again and again in the refrain: why trust a person who never listens and only kept them around for attention? Each time the chorus returns, it sounds firmer and more tired, as if the speaker has explained this many times and still hasn't been understood.

The verses fill in the story. The speaker hid their real feelings behind convincing smiles and laughter, and the other person was fooled. When the speaker did start to open up, the timing was off, and the other person pushed them away, then tried to restart things too late. The "wall" becomes the central image: it grows higher and stronger, and the speaker even thanks the other person for that. The mood is guarded, bitter and a little sad. There's hurt underneath the defiance, and a sense that the speaker lost something too by staying closed.

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