7, 8,9
They wander with me in a place we call our mind
I wonder if they too also hate the concept of time

I don’t know how many more there will be
But through trials and tribulations they follow
They all have names and faces
But to everybody on the outside, “there's no one else here”

I say “We” instead of “Me”
And they just think its because im snobby

I hear things that no one else does, and see them too
Am I going crazy? Is it just me, or also you?
Time to ask the round table, the one in my head
They all sit there, whispering in my ear, controlling my body, and it fills me with dread

Some have sinister motivations, some want to help
But it just adds to the noise…
What am I supposed to do?

10, 11, 12
Don't know how many more there will be
But through trials and tribulations they lead me
And the problems they cause, although oh so small
They mount up into a pile so tall.