Voices

There’s a echo in the corners of my mind,

A never-ending chatter runnin’ all the time.

They tell me little stories that I didn’t ask to hear,

Whispers in the background that drift a little near.

And I try to tune it out,

But the volume only grows—

Every thought becomes a shout,

Every memory replays like a show.

These voices in my head that never shut up,

Spinning ’round and ’round, they never let up.

I keep breathing slow, trying not to erupt,

But the noise keeps rising, rising—

The voices in my head that never shut up.

Some days they’re gentle, just a quiet hum,

Some days they’re a riot and my heartbeat drums.

I talk to them like passengers that won’t get off the bus,

We argue over nothing ’til I say “enough’s enough.”

Maybe one day they’ll get tired,

Maybe they’ll fall asleep—

Till then I’ll walk this wire,

And learn to coexist with the deep.

These voices in my head that never shut up,

Spinning ’round and ’round, they never let up.

I keep breathing slow, trying not to erupt,

But the noise keeps rising, rising—

The voices in my head that never shut up.

But maybe there’s a meaning in the chaos and the sound,

Maybe there’s a strength in keeping both feet on the ground.

I’m learning I’m still standing even when the nights get rough,

And maybe that’s enough… maybe that’s enough.

These voices in my head that never shut up,

Yeah, they push me down and still I get up.

I’ve been learning how to live when the volume’s turned up,

’Cause I’m stronger than the noise inside me—

The voices in my head that never shut up.