There are voices in my head
They’re always there, determining the steps I take
They tell me when to get up or go to bed
When I should drown my mind of brimming expressions,
Or to think upon the day ahead of me and wake
Sometimes they call to me
Many times, I call for them
Yet I know not to agree
For these voices,
They do not sew the hem
They let out the very feelings I try to keep in
I must escape, whether right or wrong
To find the way without my newfound brethren
Leave me, forever long
I do not need you
These voices of mine
Creating faces so blue
And feelings held in brine
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC
There are voices in my head
They’re always there, determining the steps I take
They tell me when to get up or go to bed
When I should drown my mind of brimming expressions,
Or to think upon the day ahead of me and wake
Sometimes they call to me
Many times, I call for them
Yet I know not to agree
For these voices,
They do not sew the hem
They let out the very feelings I try to keep in
I must escape, whether right or wrong
To find the way without my newfound brethren
Leave me, forever long
I do not need you
These voices of mine
Creating faces so blue
And feelings held in brine