"Voices"

May 25, 2004

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Little voices down the hallway

Calling my name, calling my name

Little voices down the corridor

Crying in vain, shouting in pain.

I'm trying to whisper closely,

"listen to me, listen to me"

I'm trying to speak honestly,

"I am your friend, I'll set you free."

Little voices in my bed room

Laughing again, giggling again

Bright eyes from the window

Staring at me, reaching my hand.

We play all night at the backyard

Running around, fooling around

We play a little poker

Gambling my life, feeling to mount.

Little voices in my head now

Talking to me, talking to me

Little voices from the mirror

"I'm all alone," whispers to me.

Finally, I find these voices

They sound different but they're all alike

I finally know who they are

Voices are mine, they're not alive.

Little voices in my house

Is just me, no one else but me

Little voices in my home

My only friends that I cannot see.

I'm all alone in my castle

My own world, isolated from reality

I'm all alone talking to myself

The voices are me, I talk to me.

Little voices scared me before

I was wrong, I was so wrong

Because little voices are my own

No one's with me, always alone.