I don't know who's speaking inside me...
Who are you?
You sound like me inside my brain.
But the things you do...
I am forgiving
You have never forgive me
For as little as dropping a pencil
To making someone cry
I never mean to
And you know that
But when you make me cry
You mean to.
I am tender
I have never hit someone
I have never beat anyone
Yet you bruise me for fun
Who are you?
Why are you in my head?
Are you the devil?
Christ come here!
God be near!
But I feel alone when you tell me to kill myself...
You're not be I refuse to believe it
I'm paranoid you're me
Don't be don't be
Your made of malice
You cold and chalice
You hate me so much
What have done
Please let me know
But you won't tell
It's a secret you need to not feel guilty
About all the stuff you say about me.
You drive pointlessness
I feel low with you in my head
I feel empty I feel dead
You've erased the trust
The love the sane
And replaced it with pain...
Who are you?
What are you?
Why are you in me?
What are you getting out of me?
But more importantly,
Do you plan on setting me free?