I've been tryin' to get them out of my head, I promise. . .
It's not like I have any control over it, anyhow.
I can try, but I know that it will not work.
Not ever, after right now.

I can pray to God- but he won't help me, now.
I've been too far gone for too many years.
The voices inside my head, they don't go.
It's sad 'cause. . .
they're the only things that stay.

I've been tryin' to run away from them, I promise.
If I could, I'd do every trick in a book.
I'll give you every guarantee I have.
But maybe we should all just take a look. . .

I've been tryin' to get them out of my head, I promise. . .
It's not like I have any control over it, anyhow.
I can try, but I know that it will not work.
Not ever, after right now.

I'd be better off if my mind would stop it.

Maybe I'm wrong; maybe I can get help.
But they know as well as you do:
it won't work.

I'll just end up like those girls we all know.
I'll be dead before the age of seventeen.

They all laugh, because they can only wish for it.
But who the Hell doesn't wish for it to be?

I've been tryin' to get them out of my head, I promise. . .
It's not like I have any control over it, anyhow.
I can try, but I know that it will not work.
Not ever, after right now.