Two chair full of crap, one bed made of scrap, Its all a messy room.
I am living abandoned, like a thrash, with some one, don’t know whom?
He is inside me, holding me tightly. “Um all around him”.
One good “me”, One bad “he”, an angel and a sin. .
Confusingly aware, scratching my head, Um in deep shit!
He is in me, and, i am in him… “He is my split”
On a crowded street, Um driving freak, Roadway like a dice.
Deteriorating concentration, Loosing senses, Darkness in my eyes.
the bad part takes me over, And i just can’t maneuver . .
To kill me, Clear his line, Oh god! Is he trying.
Confusingly aware- That i am in deep shit.
One good “me”, One bad “he”, “He is my split”.
He is haunting me, and wanting me, to give up and surrender
Its a fight, Of dark and light. Its inside, beneath and under. .
I am lost “Like a ghost” In this cerebral maze,
Struggling for survival, Yet, Its my dirty craze.
Tired of living double, Its my personality trouble.
I am waiting for decision, from past so many seasons.
Who so ever, gets the favor… “If it go till end”
Um sure to loose- The bad or good… Its infinity bend. .
So i leave it, On stars and the god.. “I believe it”
What next, is gonna happen, Till then- Um in deep shit .
I am living, And killing me, daily. . “He is my split”…