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 Something Different Every Day



Could It Be That

I Never Had The 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

I'm 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



Could It Be That

I Never Had The 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

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 Voices

Must Be Like Living With The Dead

Waiting For Me To Begin

To Do The Things I Have Said

And For This I'm Sorry

So There's Some Truth To What You Say



Could It Be That

I Never Had The 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

I'm Only Being Me?