Whispering
There I see it hiding In the shadows of my heart It doesn’t come out often For it seems to like the dark There is sits whispering Little pieces of insanities And my thoughts turn to whimpering Telling of my vanity Everything is different Seen through its eyes What I see as good It’ll soon cut down to size And of my memories It’ll see the bad While I’ll see the good Still it’ll make me sad And of everything I’ll endure This is the worst of all ‘Cause with everything I’ll do It’ll try to make me fall