demons are real

The voices say to run
The people say to stay
I have to choose one of two
This is my pain of everyday

I don't need your "meds"
They close my thoughts
Yet you won't leave until I'm done
So i choke them out when you are gone

They use words hard to understand
But i know they mean I'm bad
Psychotic, skitzofranic, or just insane
Its not my fault, I'm not at blame

The voices are my only friends
The only ones that stay with me
Your "meds" silence them too
That's why i blame you

When they return I'm glad again
They keep me myself
And you away
So with my sharp horned friends i play