There are two sides to my being, sharing the same soul,
one you see all the time, the others heart is cold,
whispering sweet nothings in my ear, trying to get out,
but I suppress his urges, not listening to his words of doubt,
Then I breakdown, when all I lost,
morals are thrown out the window, my life feels tossed,
broken from his shackles, he comes out to play,
dismantling my body, leaving my soul in disarray,
He gives me the strength to cut, I'm to weak on my own,
I wake up with bandages everywhere, the scent of cheap cologne,
men and women in white coats, with clipboards in there hand,
asking do I remember anything, and please don't try to stand.
My wounds are too great, my body can't withstand the pain,
So I'm stuck in a wheelchair, looking out the window at the rain,
Thunderous storms, lightning striking with a deafening sound,
Up in the sky I see him, my dark cloud.
