Are you hearing the whispers?
Justifying their reasons
for your unsightly demise.
No one will help you
No one will care
because to everyone else
those voices aren't there.
They say to be happy
They say to be sad
But its hard to do either
When they're driving you mad.
You can beg them for mercy
You can beg them for peace
But they've already won
Once you've begged them to cease.
