The Half
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
La mitad
Digo un montón de cosas
Pero las palabras realmente no llegan a través de
Hago muchas cosas
Eso está mal, y sé que lo hago
Pero mi cabeza ha estado sobrecargada
Sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga
Sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga
Tienes tu opinión, pero no conoces mi pasado
No sabes mi razón
No sabes la mitad
No sabes la mitad
No sabes la mitad
No tengo tanto frío
No uso mis palabras en la forma en que tú lo haces
He aprendido a crecer
Pero sigo sintiendo los bajos un poco diferentes a ti
Y pone mi cabeza en sobrecarga
Sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga
Sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga, sobrecarga
Tienes tu opinión, pero no conoces mi pasado
No sabes mi razón
No sabes la mitad
No sabes la mitad
No sabes la mitad
No sabes la mitad
Y puedo tratar de ponerlo en palabras para ti
Y servirlo en un plato de plata
También puedo escribirlo en mil páginas
Pero aún así
Tendrás tus opiniones, porque no conoces mi pasado
Y no sabes mis razones
No sabes la mitad
No sabes la mitad