wisper wisper


wisper wisper

the voices' lysp fill my ears

they've been with me all these years

they constanly go never ending

they've cause me so much pain cause they're transending

wisper wipser

the voices go they started calling my mother a hoe

you think you can play me like a toy

well I wont be pushed around by you little boys

wisper wisper

the voices stopped medication now clouds my brain

who knew wisper wisper was just a game

it was my sister all dead and cold

it was my grandpa all wrinkly and old

it was my life dead as can be

well fuck I guess its me

wisper wisper

the voices seem to have disappeared finally

I can feel my own emotions without having to feel all the commotion

I now can sleep at night

wisper wisper what a termite

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