I hear your voice every minute every hour.
And time and time again you say you must go on,
walking up and down the stairs all afternoon,
'cause if you don't then you will die tomorrow.
And i can't handle it any langer anymore,
and if you don't stop,
then i'm really gonna go crazy.
I can hear you talking in my head,
you make decisions for me, but i won't.
When you were too tired and gave up the fight,
you lost your hold on me,
i left you to yourself.
Now i'll see things i really want to see.
No one will tell me what to do anymore.
And i can't handle it any longer anymore,
and if you don't stop,
then i'm really gonna go crazy...