The Half کے بول

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 But my head has been 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 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 You don't know the half