Well i dont know what to say   ecause theres truth to what you say   I know it kills you i'm this way    Theres something different every day      /Chorus/   Could it be that i nver 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 am only beeing me?      Not easy living in my mind   A litlle peace is hard to find   My every thought is undermined    By all the history inside      /Chorus/Brige/   I know i hear the words you said    Over and over again   I just cant get them trough my head   There is 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 theres some truth to what you say      /Chorus/