Could It Be

Artists : Staind : Could It Be

Well, I don't know what to say
because there's truth to what you've said.
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.
The little peices are defined.
My every thought is under mine
by all the history inside.

I know I hear the words you've 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 that I have said,
and for this I'm sorry.

So there's some truth to what you say.