well i don't know what to say
i know it kills you i'm this way
there's something different every day
because there's truth to what you say could it be that i never had the chance to grow inside? could it be that sometimes i say things just to disagree?
could it be that i'm only being me?
my every thought is undermined not easy living in my mind
a little peace is hard to find by all the history inside i know i hear the words you said
over and over again i just can't get them through my head
must be like living with the dead
waiting for me to begin
there's just too many voices
to do the things i have said
and for this i'm sorry
so there's some truth to what you say (chorus).
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