Voices, Voices; Inside my head.
Voices, Voices; Them I do dread.
Scolding, Scorning, Screaming, Screeching;
A kind word they have never said.
Plotting, Scheming, Scarring, Leeching;
Myriad tears they have made me shed.
Voices, Voices; Inside my head.
Voices, Voices - Wish I were dead.
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