What if I told you that voice in your head,
The one that you listen to, the one that fills you with dread.
That voice isn’t yours. It doesn’t belong to you,
But it appears in your mind quite out of the blue.
It’s the voice of your past, of the things you’ve been through,
Of the words people said that you believe to be true.
Sometimes to protect you from an inevitable fall,
But also to ensure that you always stay small.
That voice in your head, it lies and it steals.
It clouds your thoughts and won’t allow you to heal.
It tells you to worry, gives you something to fear,
Because the voice in your head wants you stuck right here.
It laughs at your dreams, it says you’re too late.
It tells you you’re better off accepting your fate.
But there’s always a choice, I hope you can see.
When you change the voice, you will set yourself free.