There's someone in my head but is not me.

"I used to love her, but I had to kill her.I had to put her six feet under and I can still hear her complain. I used to love her, but I had to kill her, I knew I miss her, so I had to keep her. She's buried right in my back yard. I used to love her, but I had to kill her,she bitched so much. She drove me nuts and now I'm happier this way. I used to love her, but I had to kill her. I had to put her six feet under and I can still hear her complain."

Conclusión: El amor, enferma.