You know that little voice?
That tells you that you can't make it
It never goes away I'm afraid
It's like a disease, it's chronic
But then it meets ambition
Acute, stinging ambition
And for a while it seems that voice
Found a nice prevention
But it's just muffled that's all,
The voice never goes away
Haven't you heard from the doctors?
Chronic things stay
The voice you can deal with
It's in your head, so you pretend
Ignore it, walk ahead
And smile at its familiarity in the end
But the problem comes when a person
Becomes chronic for you
You'll never be without him
But never enough with to make do
So maybe it will be a long while
Maybe you'll almost give it away
But haven't you heard no matter what?
Chronic things stay