How many times do I have to try to tell you That I'm sorry for the things I've done But when I start to try to tell you That's when you have to tell me may be mad I may be blind I may be viciously un kindBut I can still read what you're thinking And I've heard is said too many times That you'd be better off Besides... This is the book I never read These are the words I never said This is the path I'll never tread These are the dreams I'll dream instead This is the joy that's seldom spread These are the tears... The tears we shed This is the fear This is the dread These are the contents of my head. Do you know how I feel ? 'cause i don't think you know how I feel I don't think you know what I feel I don't think you know what I feel You don't know what I feel.