They started as whispers
Filling my ears
They stole my happiness
And replaced it with fears

One showed me dark paths
And she forced my hand
To cut all my ties
And draw lines in the sand

One darkened my mind
And forced me to fits
He showed me how blades
Could make art in my wrists.

Stress, to see, he
Caused me to shout
And first taught me death
Was the easy way out

They started as whispers
Filling my head
They're the reason I fought
And the reason I'm dead