I hear you when you call me,
I hear you when you are mad,
I hear you when you are in my head,
I hear you even though you are dead.
Why must you yell at me so loud?
It always seems to draw a crowd,
The crowd is not really real,
It’s something else, what’s the deal?
It is starting to hurt in my head,
Things I heard after going to bed,
The creak of floor boards from your weight,
I know that you can hardly wait.
I feel you when you are near,
Taking away everything dear,
Come to play with me again,
I ask myself tho I know not when.
When will I hear the noise die down?
Everything that makes me frown.
My heart is heavy even now with dread,
Even though I know you are dead.