Tones of sweetness covered up in blues and greens and red
These be not the voices that I hear within my head
Breaths inhaled as wisps of wind
Swirling making my head spin
Dodging bullets up and down
In farmland, city streets, and towns
Hiding up above the trees and underneath the shelf
But I can't from the torture that I give myself
Help yourself; observe my pain
I can be found in the rain
I'll meet you out under the stars
I'll see you wherever you are
Maybe you will make the choice
To save me from this evil voice.
