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