Voices - 12/14/12 07:43 PM
I know it's suggested to list which BIAB tracks were used, when posting here, but I don't keep track of that data, I'm afraid, and I tend to combine them more often than not anyhow..
Voices
This just wasn't what she'd hoped for out of life,
So many lingering questions, perpetual strife.
She got voices in her head, she won't let have their say,
With guilt as her sole companion, she sadly makes her way.
She's too afraid to deviate, it's all just too taboo,
Nobody can tell her just what she's supposed to do.
Why is she consumed by feelings, that she can't express?
When all she ever wanted was a little tenderness?
She can't shake the voices in her head,
Oh, here they come again.
Every rendezvous more desperate as the frustration builds.
She insulates her inclinations with bourbon and pills.
She wonders how it came to this, how she's supposed to live,
In a world that won't let her be what she really is.
She can't escape the voices in her head,
Indecision, doubt, quiet dread.
Enough of your precious mindset, enough morality.
We've all got our little demons, and you know what I mean.
She's already got loud-speakers on the walls of her mind,
Voices lamenting in the night, for choices left behind.
Voices
This just wasn't what she'd hoped for out of life,
So many lingering questions, perpetual strife.
She got voices in her head, she won't let have their say,
With guilt as her sole companion, she sadly makes her way.
She's too afraid to deviate, it's all just too taboo,
Nobody can tell her just what she's supposed to do.
Why is she consumed by feelings, that she can't express?
When all she ever wanted was a little tenderness?
She can't shake the voices in her head,
Oh, here they come again.
Every rendezvous more desperate as the frustration builds.
She insulates her inclinations with bourbon and pills.
She wonders how it came to this, how she's supposed to live,
In a world that won't let her be what she really is.
She can't escape the voices in her head,
Indecision, doubt, quiet dread.
Enough of your precious mindset, enough morality.
We've all got our little demons, and you know what I mean.
She's already got loud-speakers on the walls of her mind,
Voices lamenting in the night, for choices left behind.