Staind - Epiphany

Your words to me just a whisper
Your faces so unclear
I try to pay attention
Your words just disappear
'Cause it's always raining in my head
So I speak to you in riddles because
my words get in my way.
I smoke the
whole thing to my head
and feel it wash away
'Cause I can't take anymore of this,
I want to come apart,
or dig myself a little hole inside
your precious heart 'Cause it's always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said
I am nothing more than a little boy inside
That cries out for attention,
though I always try to hide
And I talk to you like children,
but I don't know
I'll do the right thing
If the right thing is revealed

But it's always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said