It is difficult now
To feel the empty woe in my chest
It is hard to imagine
My tumbling world of insignificant success

The distractions have grown
Covering and Overlapping
But theres is a faint noise in the back of my mind
Its the subtle tapping

"Here I am" It mocks
"Here I am to stay" But I continue to ignore
Hoping maybe one day it'll starve of deprivation
After all: Its food is attention

But I know It isn't gone
I know It won't just disappear
I wish It would leave me be
Things are good now, you see

Except for the little voice that whispers late at night
The one that taps
The one that mocks
I hope he knows, that I wont give in without a fight

But my fight is limited
and smaller it shrinks
I might have a chance
Or so I think