Who we are

Wrote this back in my angst filled youth phase (it's a song).

Fall down right? I fall tonight.

Who am I? I'm the voice inside your head.

Speak to me, tell me your needs.

I'll do what I please, I'm your disease.

Who we are, is who we are.

I die today, there's got to be a way.

To fall down, and cry.

To pick up what has died,

or I don't really care.

What's out there?

Suicide, I die tonight.

Who am I? Well, I'm nothing much at all.

Speak to me, tell me your needs.

I'll do what I please, I'm your disease.

Who we are, is who we are.

I die today, there's got to be a way.

To fall down, and cry.

To pick up what has died,

or I don't really care.

What's out there?

Author's Note

Feedback is always welcome.