Hey listen to me,
That voice I keep hearing inside my head,
That I keep under lock and key,
You do not belong here,
You've made a mess,
So now you're paying the fee.
The voice you belong to is not my own,
It belongs to a critical pal,
Now you have been overthrown,
You had better throw in the towel.
This friend was mine on a hot summer day,
Not so very long or far away.
She was so sweet and polite.
We were good friends close and tight.
Then after months of being my friend,
She criticised me until the end.
She left me there, to wither and die,
Like flower in the boiling sun,
So I bottled all the tears I used to cry.
And became sad and sullen.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks,
What power did she have over me?
So I stood up being proud and tall,
More than I used to be.
I told her the game was over,
This horrible game of treacherous Red Rover,
Then I left the place I met her each day,
And changed to another place there I would stay.
The problem with you, you horrible voice,
Is I can't get rid of you, you see,
I continually fight you, but the problem is,
You are now apart of me.
This critical negative side that drove me insane,
Has made the person I am meant to be.
