Me&Me

There are two people in my head One wishes he was dead The other would like it taken as read That anything he said Would be put to a poetic thread When I'm in my bed He's in my head Whispering things that's best unsaid Make the bed The colour red Are you listening You're better off dead I hear the whispers and the scorn I close my eyes and hope for morn Come the sunrise There's more dark skies Lying behind my sad eyes Still Whispering, whispering Goodbye!