We all have that little voice in our head,
that tiny being that supposedly helps us choose the right way.
Well mine's a royal ***** and and at time's I want to tell her to drop dead,
she's a nusiance; rather spiteful with every word she might say.
She's neither helpful or optimistic,
rather loathsome and quite sarcastic.
I just want to know which way to turn,
how to make the right choice.
But instead all I get is class dismissed; meeting ajourned,
nothing helpful nor comforting from that harsh little voice.
I really wish she'd drop dead,
just lay down and die.
I'm not sure; perhaps it's all in my head,
in fact I know it is and She's still there; forever on stand-by.