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I may be mad, I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind...
But I can still read what you're thinking
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
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...
These are the contents of my head
And this is how I feel.
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.
You don't know what I feel.
