Pocky Boy

She says that there are voices in her head She talks to them but she knows they are dead There was a time when she could tell The difference between dream and life But now she stands so quietly Wishing she could leave us be She says that there are voices in her head She talks to them but she know they are dead Once upon a time she dreamed that She could feel her thoughts again Instead she looks into the night talking to the ones who left her Finally, finally die Quietly, quietly die Finally, finally die Finally, finally die Finally, finally die Finally, finally die Finally, quietly die Quietly, quietly die Finally, finally die Finally, finally die Hide me Hide me She says that there are voices in her head She talks to them but she knows they are dead There was a time when she could tell The difference between dream and life But now she stands so quietly Wishing she could leave us be Wishing she could leave us be