No matter how far you run the voices in your head will still follow.
Who is really the reason behind your sorrow.
Its all blamed on your circumstances. The good thing is you can still change it because you make your own tomorrow.
Instead I want to blame my dad for being a alcoholic.
Or my family who didn't not care.
The voices they screaming but know one here.
These voices so wicked they will burn the ear.
It sure is a Forrest fire in my brain. And all I can do is run.
But no matter how far you run. The voices follow.
They might even run with you to encourage it.
No one can see the evil in my head. So instead.
My smile sends a since of light a security.
Am I smiling because I believe everything the voices tell me.
My mind so putrid but yet so sweet.
I tend to talk over the voices with my own voices.
With thoughts so reassuring that even the evil believe them.
I can't run I can only talk over them!
I guess that's why there in my head.
