Well I don't know what to say
Because there's truth to what you say
I know it kills you I'm this way
There's somethin' different every dayCould it be that I never had the chance to grow inside?
Could it be that my habit it is to find a place to hide?
Could it be that sometimes I say things just to disagree?
Could it be that I'm only being me?Not easy livin' in my mind
A little peace is hard to find
My every thought is undermined
By all the history insideCould it be that I never had the chance to grow inside?
Could it be that my habit it is to find a place to hide?
Could it be that sometimes I say things just to disagree?
Could it be that I'm only being me?I know I hear the words you said
Over and over again
I just can't get them through my head
There's just too many voicesMust be like livin' with the dead
Waitin' for me to begin
To do the things that I have said
And for this I'm sorrySo there's some truth to what you sayCould it be that I never had the chance to grow inside?
Could it be that my habit it is to find a place to hide?
Could it be that sometimes I say things just to disagree?
Could it be that I'm only being me?