This is the last time these voices call.
This is the last time these voices call.
Again and again, they cried out telling me how I should be.
Why must it come to this?
Another piece has been broken.
And I'll quote the voices.
Shouting my name, shouting my name.
But I will keep on breathing.
Maybe I can drown out the voices all around me
that want to send me down the same road.
It seems that I'm living for someone else's purpose.
If I give into this I'll be a walking ghost.
Shouting my name, shouting my name.
I hear these sounds again.