There's a voice in my head

She whispers sweet lovings in my ear

"You're nothing"

"You're no one"

"You'll never amount to anything"

And I let her

I could stop her

But it sounds so much better

Coming from her

Than coming from someone

I love and trust

But we're all made of dust

And the dirt of the ground

Might as well follow the sound

Of my own self-disgust