These Voices

I heard them scream.
This is the last time these voices call.
This is the last time these voices call.

I heard them scream.
Again and again, they cried out telling me how I should be.
I've been told wrong.
I've been told wrong.
Why must it come to this?
Another piece has been broken.
I've been told wrong.
I've been told wrong.

And I'll quote the voices.
I will keep breathing.
Shouting my name, shouting my name.
But I will keep on breathing.

Maybe I can drown out the voices all around me
that want to send me down the same road.
It seems that I'm living for someone else's purpose.
If I give into this I'll be a walking ghost.
Shouting my name, shouting my name.
How true could this be?
I hear the sounds.
I hear these sounds again.