Could It Be

When I donâ??t know what to say
Because thereâ??s truth to what you say
I know it kills you Iâ??m this way
Thereâ??s something different every day

Could it be that I never had a 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 Iâ??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

Could it be that I never had a 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 Iâ??m only being me?

I know I hear the words you said
Over and over again
I just canâ??t get them through my head
Thereâ??s 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 Iâ??m sorry

So thereâ??s some truth to what you say

Could it be that I never had a 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 Iâ??m only being me?