Lyrics:

I say a whole lotta thing but the words doesn`t really come through
I do a whole lotta things that are wrong and I know that I do

And it puts my head in overload,
overload, overload, overload, overload, overload
Overload, overload, overload, overload, overload, overload

You`ve got your opinion, but you don`t know my past
You don`t know my reason, you don`t know the half
You don`t know the half
You don`t know the half

I`m not that cold, I just don`t use my words in the way that you do
I`ve learned to grow but I still
feel the lows a little different than you

And it puts my head in overload,
overload, overload, overload, overload, overload
Overload, overload, overload, overload, overload, overload

You`ve got your opinion, but you don`t know my past
You don`t know my reason, you don`t know the half
You don`t know the half
You don`t know the half
You don`t know the half
You don`t know the half

And I can try to put it in words for you
And serve it on a silver plate
I can write it on a thousand pages too
But still

You`ll have your opinions, `cause you don`t know my past
And you don`t know my reasons, you don`t know the half