Little voice inside my head
The little voice inside my head, the voice that no one hears. The one we really listen to, and regret for years.
That voice so stern the strict and grim. Which sometimes makes us weep. The one that keeps us up all night and never lets us
A constant friend reminding us of what is wrong and right. The one we often argue with, the thought we try to fight.
The little voice inside our heads that one that takes no nonsense. Some call it friend,
some call it foe,
I call it my conscience.