I have got some little people living in my head.

Can't you hear the noise they make and all the words they said?

All the things they say to me, and things they make me do-

Even when they tell me lies, they make me think it's true.

 

All the scary games they play, and make me tag along,

Even when i tell myself thats somethings really wrong.

Even last night when i pulled the trigger of that gun,

All the little people made me feel like it was fun.

 

Now i don't here the voices shouting anymore,

As if i've been cast away, and washed upon the shore.

No more little games to play, and no more fear to tread-

I think you've guessed what i've done, and yes, i am now dead.