In general, an opinion is a subjective belief, and is the result of emotion or interpretation of facts. An opinion may be supported by an argument, although people may draw opposing opinions from the same set of facts. Opinions rarely change without new arguments being presented. However, it can be reasoned that one opinion is better supported by the facts than another by analysing the supporting arguments. In casual use, the term opinion may be the result of a person's perspective, understanding, particular feelings, beliefs, and desires. It may refer to unsubstantiated information, in contrast to knowledge and fact-based beliefs.
Collective or professional opinions are defined as meeting a higher standard to substantiate the opinion. (see below)
In economics, other social sciences and philosophy, analysis based on opinion is referred to as normative analysis (what ought to be), as opposed to positive analysis, which is based on scientific observation (what materially is or is experimentally demonstrable).
[Chorus:]
I try to see your point of view
But you twist and exaggerate,
Everything that I say
Just to prove a point
Show to me you guarantee
The blind lead the blind
Treading round in circles
Waiting to achieve
Distorted,
Contorted,
Misshapen views that you try to teach me,
But you fall short
[Chorus:]
I try to see your point of view [2x]
I can€™t imagine the jealousy that you must feel,
When I kiss another girl
[Chorus]
[Chorus:]
I try to see your point of view
But you twist and exaggerate,
Everything that I say
Just to prove a point
Show to me you guarantee
The blind lead the blind
Treading round in circles
Waiting to achieve
Distorted,
Contorted,
Misshapen views that you try to teach me,
But you fall short
[Chorus:]
I try to see your point of view [2x]
I can't imagine the jealousy that you must feel,
When I kiss another girl
(well) congradulations
you have won
its a years subscription
of bad puns
and the makeshift stories
of concern
and they set it up the
forest burns
your opinions mm-hmmm.[repeat]
and there seems to be
a problem here
and the scare of martians
seems too clear
now the rise and fall of
wall street stock
and they have an effect on
happy talk
our opinions mm-hmmm.
Congratulations you have won
It's a year’s subscription of bad puns
And it makes your story of concern
And you set it up before it burns
My opinions, mmm, mmm
My opinions, mmm, mmm
My opinions, mmm, mmm
My opinions, mmm, mmm
And there seems to be a problem here
And the state of emotion seems too clear
Now you rise and fall like Wall Street stock
And they have an affect on our peace talk
Our opinions, mmm, mmm
Our opinions, mmm, mmm
Our opinions, mmm, mmm
Our opinions, mmm, mmm
Well congratulations you have won
It's a year’s subscription of bad puns
And it makes your story of concern
And you set it up before it burns
And your opinions, mmm, mmm
Your opinions, mmm, mmm
Your opinions, mmm, mmm
Your opinions, mmm, mmm
The first thing I remember was the friction in the room
And that brown spinnett piano that never played in tune
The cruel impatient tyrant, the frustrated malcontent
The need to find the pieces, and the absence of cement
No one ever told me about the right way to love
And no one ever showed me what we're supposed to be made of
So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be
And I'll willingly accept your low opinion of me
The last thing I remember was the slamming of the door
And the resonance of my imperfection broke the silence once more
The selfish angry bastard who doesn't want to hear
I tried to learn compassion you turned the other ear
No one ever told me about the right way to love
And no one ever showed me what we're supposed to be made of
So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be
And I'll willingly accept your low opinion of me
The worn out broken record who doesn't fit the mold
The righteous independent, the mood so harsh and cold
Momma never told me about the right way to love
And Daddy never showed me what we're supposed to be made of
So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be
The zoo is life
All schools should be set
Upon the highest hill
In the widest zoo
Where they could see all our lives
In the their lives
And all death would have sympathy
Sit down... try to keep on the path with me It wonÂ't take long to stop
Sit down... try to keep on the path with me It wonÂ't take long to stop
You pass by, no supply... your obstructive reasons DonÂ't treat me like a problem
Leave this kid alone
He's seen ugly
At last he feels at home
That's a luxury
In my opinion
Your opinion
Has no value
Has no value
My heart has no sympathy
I've been around the block
Try family out of town
Then we can talk
Aah aah aah aah
We don't see eye to eye
Aah aah aah aah
We just need to try
In my opinion
Your opinion
Has no value
Has no value
My heart has no sympathy
I've been around the block
Try family out of town
Then we can talk
Da da da da dada
the first thing i remember was the friction in the room
and that brown spinet piano
that never played in tune the cruel impatient tyrant,
the frustrated malcontent,
the need to find the pieces,
and the absence of cement no one ever told me about the
right way to love and no one ever showed me what we're
supposed to be made of so don't be too forthright about
what you think that i should be and i'll willingly
accept your low opinion of me the last thing i remember
was the slamming of the door and the resonance of my
imperfection broke the silence once more the selfish
angry bastard who doesn't want to hear
i tried to learn compassion you turned the other ear
the worn out broken record who doesn't fit the mold the
righteous independent,
the mood so harsh and cold momma never told me about the
right way to love and daddy never showed me what we're
supposed to be made of so don't be too forthright about
what you think that i should be and i'll willingly accept
your low