I hear things around me when I'm alone
I see the shadows moveing around and creeping so slow
Hear footsteps , turn around and see nothing
Looking into a mirror , can this really be me?
Filled with a rage and so much hate
I've done things I know I shouldn't have
I played around with things you wouldn't have
Imagine a horror movie playing inside your mind
Not knowing if its real or not
I see the faces and feel the urge
My mind feels trapped in a prison
Should my body be in one too?
You say "It's just in your head"
You're lucky its not in yours
I've pictured myself standing over you sleeping, i'm holding a knife
How easy it would be to end your life
Slit your thoat or stab at your face
Either way blood will be all over the place
The voices I hear
Are they really my own or something else?
The little voice in your head is supposed to tell you the right thing to do
So why does mine tell me to kill?
I feel like a bomb ready to fire
I don't know when time will expire
With all these things going on
Do you still want to know what's wrong?