the man behind my lids again
the whispered voice that haunts my ear
trying to take control away
the emptiness, the chill of fear
the push and pull inside my head
cause i am good, but he is not
it seems we battle constantly
taking all the will i've got
i try to smile despite the pain
it makes things worse if i give in
why is it he won't go away
and take this want, this need to sin
how will i live a normal life
when i can't control the way i feel
now so depressed i cannot think
wishing, all of this wasn't real
