| Staind - Could it Be Well I don't know what to say Because there's thruth to what you say I know it kills you I'm this way There's something different every day Could it be that I never had the change to grow inside? Could it be that my habit is to find a place to hide? Could it be that I'm 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 can't get them through my head There'e 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 truth to what you say |