How They Were Born

They love it when I'm feeling down
They hate it when I'm feeling great
Too bad to feel good
MEans in drugs I must participate

They started appearing when I was young
I made a foil and began cooking meth
I began to hear their chatter
Soon, I wished for death

They were born in my head
Though it started with the bugs
The itchings and the scratchings
Into my skin, my nails had dug.

To get rid of the Voices, who started to appear
And began to get louder
I was stupid, I was dumb
I started snorting white powder

It was bliss, I'll admit
But I always fell from the sky
God.. The Come Down was terrible
I wanted to die

They started yelling
MY mind was coming unhinged
I made another fatal mistake
I gave into the syringe

It scared me so much
It made the voices worse
But I was hooked on three drugs
It was my illegal curse

Finally I knew I needed to get clean
Though I knew they'd come back
So I went a shrink
and they put me on Prozac

But they hated the meds
Their threats made me ill
I wanted to die
I wanted to kill

Finally, I met a wonderful lady
Her name is Mary JAne
She is the only thing
That keeps me sane

The Voices were Born
As a result of a mistake
The foil, powder and syringe
The whole reason I have this stake.