You don't know me, or where I've been The way I see the world, and the way it all fits in I've laid it out, and had my say I've told you all my stories before they found their way
(chorus)things get convoluted in their twisted kind of way it's hard to be coherent when i'm going at this pace so don't believe a word i say
Everyday, I speak my words Unpracticed and imperfect and really unrehearsed Sometimes it's me, sometimes it's you Mostly I am honest but sometimes that's not true
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