Staind - Epiphany

Your words to me just a whisperYour face is so unclearI try to pay attentionYour words just disappear'Cause it's always raining in my headForget all the things I should have saidSo I speak to you in riddles 'Cause 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