Epiphany Staind

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