Head Voice

Losing a grip…
That's what you're doing.
You're just losing a grip on your life,
Feeling your fingers slowly slipping off the edge.

It's going to be alright.
I'm here for you,
Even though I'm just a little voice,
Buried deep inside your head.

If you will just let me help you,
You will soon be able to see
That you won't fall;
I always lead you in the right direction.

What's that you say?
That sometimes I'm wrong?
No.  Never.
I am always right,

Even though I might lead you in a different direction than your heart sometimes.
But why be guided by sheer whim and emotion?
Don't you want some rationality?
I can give you the right prescription,

The tell-all cure that will heal all your aches.
Go ahead, follow your heart if that's what you want.
I'm telling you now,
It will lead you down the wrong road.

Follow it if you wish,
A whim is good every now and then.
But once you get bruised and battered, remember this:
I will always be here to bring you back.