Could It Be

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?