The voices inside of my head,
They do not want me to live.
They say that I am better off dead.
I do trust the voices inside of my head.

They scream when they need to,
And shout when they must.
They tell me all I am,
Is desired for lust.

I can't take the pain,
I can't do it on my own,
Hearing those words,
Makes me want to be alone.

But I found love,
A love I want to keep,
But will it turn out like the rest,
With me left to weep?

Crying in my room,
Crying in the hall,
Crying in the mirror,
Crying tears for all.

All the heartbreak,
All the sadness,
All the loneliness,
All the pain.
Everything that was caused by,
All of love's feign.

The voices inside of my head,
They tell me I'll never find love.
They say I am better off dead.
I do trust the voices inside of my head.