Two sides to the same old story,
Trapped, this heart beneath my skin.
Never thought that I'd come undone,
All else fails and no one wins.
I fail to see how to avoid this tragedy,
Divided my own mind in half.
But I never claim to be the king of my destiny,
Feel my sorrow or embrace my wrath.
Medicate to level the field,
Or split myself right in two.
One side if the face of glory,
The other side sits staring back at you.
There's no way of knowing what's coming down the line,
No way to tell myself I need to stay aligned.
Through the peaks and valleys of my inevitable clone,
At least I know what I'm facing, I won't face alone.
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