Theres a voice in the back of my head,
The voice I hear before I lay in bed,
This voice it makes its scornful mark,
Here it subsides saying lies with a bark,
I can't hear the outside world only this noise,
Playing with my thoughts like childrens toys,
I'm not insane, just a little crazy...
Am I pessimistic? just maybe...
Keep toying with my brain it holds no matter,
Theres nothing left of my mind to hit and batter,
I can still see but with misery I am blind,
It's hard to breath when there is no one that is kind,
Break my soul into a little waste,
My bodys yours for my soul you take...
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