Don't Know
You don't know what I've been through
You don't know the paths I've taken down I'm shaking now
But it's all funny to you
Breaking down to the ground my personality
Been asking myself where to go now
It's not about the biggest crowd or how you sell yourself out
Walking down this useless path you used to roam
All this shit and grit makes me wanna scream
I don't know how to make you care
I don't know how to say the things up inside my head
What are we doing here?
If anything were real I'd feel it deep inside my heart
But I don't
Now I'm going home, going home, going home to be free, oh yeah
Free, oh yeah
I just don't want to hear the things you have to say to me
So sick and tired of all this violence, why can you never see?
Carry on like you always do
Dragging me across your knee, never without you
I'm holding on trying to escape from this curse
But I'll remember every word, blessing, each verse for verse
When I die, you'll hear my withered yell
As I depart from earth and drag your ass to hell
I don't know how to make you care
I don't know how to say the things up inside my head
What are we doing here?
If anything were real I'd feel it deep inside my heart
But I don't
Now I'm going home, going home, going home to be free
I don't know how to make you care
I don't know how to say the things up inside my head
What are we doing here?
If anything were real I'd feel it deep inside my heart
But I don't
Now I'm going home, going home, going home to be free
You don't know the paths I've taken down I'm shaking now
But it's all funny to you
Breaking down to the ground my personality
Been asking myself where to go now
It's not about the biggest crowd or how you sell yourself out
Walking down this useless path you used to roam
All this shit and grit makes me wanna scream
I don't know how to make you care
I don't know how to say the things up inside my head
What are we doing here?
If anything were real I'd feel it deep inside my heart
But I don't
Now I'm going home, going home, going home to be free, oh yeah
Free, oh yeah
I just don't want to hear the things you have to say to me
So sick and tired of all this violence, why can you never see?
Carry on like you always do
Dragging me across your knee, never without you
I'm holding on trying to escape from this curse
But I'll remember every word, blessing, each verse for verse
When I die, you'll hear my withered yell
As I depart from earth and drag your ass to hell
I don't know how to make you care
I don't know how to say the things up inside my head
What are we doing here?
If anything were real I'd feel it deep inside my heart
But I don't
Now I'm going home, going home, going home to be free
I don't know how to make you care
I don't know how to say the things up inside my head
What are we doing here?
If anything were real I'd feel it deep inside my heart
But I don't
Now I'm going home, going home, going home to be free
Credits
Writer(s): William O Weaver
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