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All those voices
I hear them cry
they're in my head
oh, just don't lie!
I kow I'm crazy,
I know I'm mad.
My brain seems lazy
everything makes me sad.
And those people-
-I hate them.
I don't need them.
I feel like stricken.
Why do I have to
listen to them all the time?
Nobody cares to
make me stop cry.
It's such an agony;
those people folow me
everywhere I go.
