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