Think کے بول

Think that i've been here too long Think that i say that too much And i'm sure that i want to blame you But i was once told how polite i should be Many are the paths of glory This isn't one of those I don't want to hear about you So why won't you listen to me? I'm only broken down When i can feel myself here I'm only broken down When i can see straight I'm only broken down When i can think clearly out of this Fully developed With habits and ego And all of these things make me smell like a man But i'm trying to prove you exist But you're still in my head