This voices start speaking.. 
Telling me things i often just believe them 
I sit alone on the edge of bed 
they are so loud i can't even hear my own breath. 
What if i should just listen to them, 
when they told me i'm a miserable being? 
I sit back, tears running down my face 
and i realize they have just won. 
Making me feel like a worthless shit again. 
when i woke up the pillow is wet.. 
The tears have dry out and there is another day to start. 
Another battle to be lost and another day to be put to loss
They win everytime. 

stoned one