I knew the words, but I didn't know the language
The language has a logic, not its my job to teach it to you
I knew the words, but I didn't know they applied to me
Now I want to scream those words from the rooftops
I'm so tired of being told that my feelings are wrong
That's how I feel and you cant prove me false
And I'm so sick being told how to solve my problems
Don't you think I've tried that, I just want to listen
You do it to me all the time, so I do it to myself
Cause that's the only way I know how to feel at all
A bride to be could get cold feet and do nothing at all
But I'll sink my ship, brick my brick, as I'm tearing down the walls
I'm so tired of being told that my feelings are wrong
That's how I feel and you cant prove me false
And I'm so sick being told how to solve my problems
Don't you think I've tried that, I just want to listen
I'm not your simple problem you can put up on your self
I'm not the trophy you devised admiring yourself
I don't respect just anyone, but I respect myself
Cause I don't have no faith that there's someone else to take care of me
I'm so tired of being told that my feelings are wrong
That's how I feel and you cant prove it false
You think you know me better than I do myself
How could you, I barely talk to you at all
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