pain and misery i wrought, while the alter egos i fought
the many voices in this head weren't thinkin the same thoughts
another insane brain brought to u by our god the creater
i don't hate her but i stood with a knife in hand to await her
i'm not a hater, and yet i am, am i a murderer, maybe
some would call this condition biological, most call it crazy
her name was stacey, the mommy, tommy and I hid quietly
silently we agreed that her death would be a neat site to see
i guarentee it was me, tommy was just an influence
a nuisence, only there to give away his two cents
it made sense, hence my willingness to agree with him
be with him, even meet his friends jim and tim
they busted in, completely random, the tandem stopped the fun
said we were insane still wanting death, your the son!
we were stunned, all of us standing in this portal to nowhere
i was told to beware of their glare, so i dared not go there
it wasn't fair, the debate could create a state of nothing
something in my head wanted to leave this fucking..
...place, i raced to the face of death, taking breaths
i wouldn't dare to mess with or confess this guess
we were all related in some way, shape, or form
informed of this disturbance, i rushed out like a storm
they were controlling, i had no say in any matter
so it didn't matter what i said in this constant pitter patter
i looked back and saw them fighting, this might be the end
no need to mend, i'll just send my farewells to this friend
i wont defend, i reminded myself that i was simply entwined
so i killed myself..
...and now theres one less alter ego in this little boys mind
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