I say a whole lot of things
but the worst hasn't really come through
I do a whole lot of things
that are wrong and I know that I do
But my head has been in overload
'verload, 'verload, 'verload, 'verload, 'verload
Overload, 'verload, 'verload, 'verload, 'verload, 'verload

You got your opinion
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
Then it gets my head in overload
'verload, 'verload, 'verload, 'verload, 'verload
Overload, 'verload, 'verload, 'verload, 'verload, 'verload

You got your opinion
You don't know my past
You don't know my reason
You don't know the half

You don't know the half
The half, the half (You don't know the half)
The half, the half (You don't know the half)
You don't know the half

And I could try to put it in words for you
And serve it on a silver page
I could write it on a thousand pages, too
But still, you got your opinions
'Cause you don't know my past, and
You don't know my reason
You don't know the half

You don't know the half
The half, the half (You don't know the half)
The half, the half (You don't know)