The Writer

I've got people in my head

they won't let me forget

just where they

came from

One, he calls me "his best friend"

the other tells me when I can

I should

run

Help! They're going to take me!

And you will all mistake me

for insane!

Help! they're going to keep me!

And I'll forget

I tried to get

away...

There are people in my dreams

they love me unconditionally

I'm starting to think

that's not

a good thing

They must suffer; I must sleep-

and somewhere in

their hearts,

I think they

blame me

Baby, tell me what it means

to be hated by your creator?

They love you, but they

kind of want you

dead

Maybe God isn't what he seems?

Maybe He's a writer

and this was always how

it had

to

End

It had to end.

There are people

in my head they won't let me forget

just where they

came from

One, he calls me-

his best friend, the other,

tells me "when I can,

I should" run