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