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 
so don't tell me how to think 
all your reasons make me sick 
when communication is where it begins 
so whats 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