It's Probably Me

I see some things that just aren't there I hear the voices in the air The echoes ring out crystal clear I've got them stuck inside my ears I wonder where the restless lay Refused of peace they're forced to stay They beg and plead to be set free I fee

If the night turned cold and the stars looked down And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground You wake the morning in a stranger's coat No one would you see You ask yourself, who'd watch for me My only friend, who could it be It's hard to say it I