Schizophrenic Conversations

Are you afraid, afraid of the truth? There's a mirror staring back at you.
The image is cracked but so is
the view, yeah. The strength of a tree begin in the roots
that are tender barried into you at least now
the storm cant blow me away.

So crawl inside my head with me.
I'll show you how it feels to be, to bleed like me.

Should I be afraid of this face that
I see this mirror staring back at me so gone are the days where I
listen to you. And you say that I'm weak show me the proof
because I still exist in spite of you but I
want to be with you everyday.

Schizophrenic conversations that I'm always having with myself
I hear these voices in my head are
bleeding maybe I could use a little help
I still have schizophrenic conversations where there's no one
else around to hear.
I long for solitude and peace within to bottle all the anger that I feel.