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   you'll never know all the things i've seen   so don't tell me how to think   all your reasons make me sick   when communication is where it begins   so what's 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