well i dont know what to say because theres truth to what you say i know it kills you im this way theres 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 im 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
i know i hear the words you said over and over again i just cant get them through my head theres 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 im sorry so theres some truth to what you say
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