The Little Girl That Lives In My Head

It's the nausea,
The cramps,
The time jumps,
Fatigue,
The little girl that lives in my head.

It's the poison
I'm consuming
And here she is,
Looming,
The little girl that lives in my head.

It's the headaches,
The worries
The fear,
Confusion,
The little girl that wants me dead.

It's the apathy,
The agony,
The angsty melancholy,
She's got that voodoo dolly,
The little girl that lives in my head.

The extreme highs and the lows,
From my head to my toes,
Fuck, goodness knows...
To the stairway I'm forced to be led.