I try to focus on what I hear, listen to what I see I have thought of this a lot, and its becoming all too clear
[chorus] I take it, in excess, as my true feelings are suppressed I can not find the words to say it, without hurting
Not listening to what you say, now watching the things you do As you take a dose of grief, as you insist there is no relief Perhaps another drink
And you take, it in excess, as your true feeling are supressed You can not find the way to cure it, without hurting
You cure it, but it seems your problem sti will remains Obsession, compulsion my friend, overdoing evertything
So focus on what you need, listen to what you hear This is the last time I listen, its becoming all too clear Imcompletely confused here
[repeat chorus] I have spoken all too soon
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