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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