Testo di Bro Dependent

I try to focus on what I hear, listen to what I see I've thought of this a lot, and it's becoming all too clear I take it, in excess, as my true feelings are suppressed I can not find the words to say it, without hurting Not listening to what you say, now watching the things you do As you take a dose of grief, as you insist there's no relief Perhaps another drink And you take, it in excess, as your true feeling are supressed You can not find the way to cure it, without hurting You cure it, but it seems your problem still remains Obsession, compulsion my friend, overdoing evertything So focus on what you need, listen to what you hear This is the last time I listen, it's becoming all too clear I'm completely confused here I've spoken all too soon