Voices
Can you make them go away,
the voices that I hear.
They haunt me each and every day,
telling me that I should kill.
Who's to say what I hear,
is only in my head.
Who's to say these little red pills,
will make them go dead.
Am I crazy or is it real,
the voices that I hear.
Will they save me, these pills,
and cure me of my ills.
Who's to say , I don't know,
we'll have to wait and see.
I'll get better I'm told,
as soon as the voices leave.
Who's to say that I'm not crazy,
and it's not just me.
Still the voices won't go away,
I guess their here to stay.
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