I can hear them in my head
telling me they want me dead
I can't breath without them knowing
I can't walk without them showing.
All my friends ask what is wrong,
as if they can't hear Henry's Gong,
But I can tell, before too long,
they'll try and kill me with a song.
The men and women in my brain
keep telling me that I'm insane
I don't believe them, how could I?
If they keep telling me why to die?
Everyone is watching me,
I can see you, Harper Lee.
Nobody admits it's true,
but I know that it's always you.
Listening to them again,
I notice now that they're my friends.
They know how hard it is to live,
how much the world wants me to give.
I think I get it, I won't lie,
I know why they want me to die.
It's like they said, I really should,
It truly is for my own good.
I get a gun and load it now,
And pull the tr