Their Me

Sitting on the ground
memories running through my head
Not making a sound
Knowing i should just go to bed

but the voices want go away
they stay in there
telling me to walk that way
Just come over here

grab this knife
and slit your wrist
relieve all your strife
and get rid of your sorrow list

i tell them no
they say i know you want to
i say how you know
because i am you

i know what you think
i know your thoughts
i can make you sink
cause your soul i caught

i start to cry
my tears fall down
i say you lie
as my sorrow makes me drown

stop it
just leave me alone
my soul i will get
and your will be left sitting on the stone

in the cold
shivering to death
till you die old
cause i am myself