Jingle Jingle
I hear little whispers
of children in my head.
They're disgusting and rancid
bloody and dead.
I'd listen to those children if that wall wasn't there
it's as clear as glass
and as thin as air.
And eventually I know,I'll go insane
I'll scream and destroy
and go mad and rave.
I'll scream out all the abuse I've put up with through the years
those annoying little voices
that sing in my ears.
They plague me like thousand little bells
jingling in my head.
I want them to leave
I want these voices dead.
-Phe`♥
of children in my head.
They're disgusting and rancid
bloody and dead.
I'd listen to those children if that wall wasn't there
it's as clear as glass
and as thin as air.
And eventually I know,I'll go insane
I'll scream and destroy
and go mad and rave.
I'll scream out all the abuse I've put up with through the years
those annoying little voices
that sing in my ears.
They plague me like thousand little bells
jingling in my head.
I want them to leave
I want these voices dead.
-Phe`♥