• Those voices in my sub-conscience mind,
    They scream at me to die,
    They scream bloody murder,
    Telling me I'm not good enough.
    I can't ignore them,
    They are just too loud.
    They make me cry every night,
    Wondering what went wrong.
    Am I just a crazy freak?
    Am I really not good enough?
    Is my whole life just a lie?
    Well I don't beleive them most of the time,
    But sometimes it's just so hard to leave alone.
    They want me to crack someday,
    So they don't leave,
    They never stop yelling,
    Screaming.
    Soon I'll be gone,
    Away and free from these voices who want me to die.
    Soon.
    Soon enough it will be over.