I know you hear the voices,
in your head,
telling you everyone would be better off,
if you were dead.
I know you hear the voices,
telling you to cut,
but darling you're important,
I know it in my gut.
I know you hear the voices,
telling you to not to eat,
but you mean something to me,
stop walking in the middle of the street.
So stop listening to the voices,
listen to me instead,
I'm telling you the truth,
there's no point in being dead.
I know you hear the voices,
but they're not helping you at all,
to make it through this life,
you just have to be brave and stand tall.
