The Half

I say a whole lot of things

But the words doesn't really come through

I do a whole lot of things that are wrong

And I know that I do

But my head has been in overload

Below, below, below, below, below

Overload, below, below, below, below, below

You got your opinion

But you don't know my past

You don't know my reason

You don't know the half

But 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

Then it puts my head in overload

Below, below, below, below, below

Overload, below, below, below, below, below

You 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

(The half, the half)

(You don't know the half)

(The half, the half)

(You don't)

You don't know the half

And I could try to put it in words for you

And serve it on a silver plate

I could 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

(The half, the half)

(You don't know the half)

(The half, the half)

(You don't)