I have a friend who visits me.
When I'm alone is when they speak.
All my faults they help me see.
They're my voice when I am meek.
Whenever I'm imperfect
My friend tells me what I should do,
In the end it will be worth it
But for now, punishment must ensue.
They whisper reminders in my ear
Like a tape 'corder of the things I've said
Whispering a truth that I have feared-
Bad equals me and good equals dead.