Off My Chest

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