Could It Be

Staind

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?


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