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so many times i stood around |
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and never spoke my mind, as it boiled inside |
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so many words and questions |
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left to work out on my own |
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looked down upon for seeing different sides |
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i've got nothing to hide |
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you never listened to what i had on my mind |
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you just pushed me aside |
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you'll never know all the things i've seen |
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so don't tell me how to think |
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all your reasons make me sick |
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when communication is where it begins |
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so what's left to say when you won't change? |
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we'll stand on different ground until the end |
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and that's the way it will always be |
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it's going to eat me alive until i get it off my chest |
