Could It Be

Well I dont know what to say

Because theres truth to what you say

I know it kills you Im this way

Theres something different every day

Could it be I that I never had a chance to grow inside?

Could it be that my habit is to find a place to hide?

Could it be that sometimes I say things just to disagree

Could it be that Im only being me?

Not easy living in my mind

A little peace is hard to find

My every thought is undermined

By all the history inside

I know I hear the words you said

Over and over again

I just cant get them through my head

Theres just to many voices

Must be like living with the dead

Waiting for me to begin

To do the things that I have said

And for this Im sorry

So theres some truth to what you say