There's a little voice
She knows me better than I do
And when she whispers in my ear
I drown her voice in you.
She sometimes whispers harshly
But she's quiet and never loud
She never will take over
I doubt that she knows how.
If only I took a moment
To listen to the words
I'd have all the answers
But instead I'm just unsure.
I dont need to even listen
I don't need to actually hear
Because even without attention,
I hear her loud and clear.
Cuz I feel her warning signs
I can't shake them when I've tried
I feel the shrieking she holds back
Because it's in my heart where she hides.
One day I tried to bury her
And her voice became more faint
But then I saw the colors she wore
And in my vision she laid.
Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 6:18 AM UTC
There's a little voice
She knows me better than I do
And when she whispers in my ear
I drown her voice in you.
She sometimes whispers harshly
But she's quiet and never loud
She never will take over
I doubt that she knows how.
If only I took a moment
To listen to the words
I'd have all the answers
But instead I'm just unsure.
I dont need to even listen
I don't need to actually hear
Because even without attention,
I hear her loud and clear.
Cuz I feel her warning signs
I can't shake them when I've tried
I feel the shrieking she holds back
Because it's in my heart where she hides.
One day I tried to bury her
And her voice became more faint
But then I saw the colors she wore
And in my vision she laid.
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