Pocky Boy

She says that there are voices in her head
She talks to them but she knows they are dead

There was a time when she could tell
The difference between dream and life

But now she stands so quietly
Wishing she could leave us be

She says that there are voices in her head
She talks to them but she know they are dead

Once upon a time she dreamed that
She could feel her thoughts again
Instead she looks into the night talking to the ones who left her

Finally, finally die
Quietly, quietly die
Finally, finally die
Finally, finally die
Finally, finally die
Finally, finally die
Finally, quietly die
Quietly, quietly die
Finally, finally die
Finally, finally die

Hide me
Hide me

She says that there are voices in her head
She talks to them but she knows they are dead

There was a time when she could tell
The difference between dream and life

But now she stands so quietly
Wishing she could leave us be

Wishing she could leave us be