(no subject)
Well I don't know what to say
Because there's truth to what you say
I know it kills you I'm this was
There something different everyday
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 ming
A little peace is hard to find
My every thought is undermined
By all the history inside
I know I hear those 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 that I have said
And for this I'm sorry
So there's some truth to what you say
Because there's truth to what you say
I know it kills you I'm this was
There something different everyday
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 ming
A little peace is hard to find
My every thought is undermined
By all the history inside
I know I hear those 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 that I have said
And for this I'm sorry
So there's some truth to what you say