I like it    I don't like it

Well I don't know what to say

Because there's truth to what you say

I know it kills you I'm this way

There's something different every day


Could it be I 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 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


Could it be I 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 I'm only being me?


I know I hear the words you said

Over and over again

I just can't get them through my head

There's just to 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 some truth to what you say


Could it be I 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 I'm only being me?