How many times do I have to try to tell you
that I'm sorry for the things I've done.
But when I start to try to tell you
that's when you have to tell me this trouble has only just begun.
I tell myself to many times
why don't you learn to keep your mouth shut.
I hurt so bad to hear the words that keep on falling from your mouth, falling from your mouth,
I maybe mad, I may be blind, I may be viciously unkind
but i can still read what you are thinking,
what you are thinking
what are you thinking?
I heard it said so many times that you'd be better off.
Besides, why can't you see this boat is sinking,
this boat is sinking.
Let's go down to the waters edge,
we can cast away these thoughts.
Somethings are better left unsaid.
They still turn me inside out.
Turn me inside out
turn me inside out.
You tell me, this is the book I never read, the words I never said,
the path I'll never tread with dreams I'll dream instead.
So I seldom spread, tears that we shed the fear and the dread and the conscience inside my head.
These are the years we spread, this is what they represent
This is how I feel, do you even know how I feel?
Cause if you know
I don't think you know how I feel
how can you know?
You never asked me.
WHYYY (in the background,)