The thoughts that sneak into my brain,
****** im going insane,
My mind draws pictures that I don't want to see,
But its obeying the inner part of me,
I know that im all ****** up,
The thoughts can be gone but suddenly erupt,
I think im worse than I used to be,
I hate the inner part of me,
My appearance is a sweet little girl,
But in my view im one that deserves to go to hell,
The images keep coming to mind,
I need to set them far behind,
It gets me once and then again,
Eventually I am right in it's hand.