What Do You Think I Am?

There used to be a voice in my head
That said do what you want and need
Don't let others make you agree
And bend to what they want you to be

But I ignored it
And grew up trying to fit
But then I realized
That I could never

Well I don't want fancy clothes
And I don't want drugs or alcohol
I need someone to know
That as a friend, I am not a footrest

Years went by before the voice came back
Stronger than it ever was
I didn't let it go this time
I kept it and made it mine

Well when I step up to the plate
To feed off of all my hate
I noticed that
I felt better with it empty

I don't want you to suppose
That what you say does not effect me
I need you all to know
That as a friend, I am not a footrest