I wake up crying when I went to bed laughing
In between, I can never remember my dreams, did I have any?
When I see your face, divided in two
The dark side looms before me,
and you're changing me too. Making me become like you.
How does that make you feel?
Two contrasting pieces in one person, that was never meant to be.
So I'll sidestep around this rule
and be one self when I'm alone,
and another around everyone else.
I'm listening to the soundtrack in my head, stuck on repeat,
that screams pain,
and smiling a sweet song at you.
How does that make you feel?
OH, you can't be bothered to take any blame when you can simply smile
that innocent smile.
All sarcasm aside, I allowed myself to become two selves, me,
me, who is that anymore?
Who is anyone anymore?
Are all the stageprops around me, are they lies too?
This throbbing, throbbing pain in my chest that is more real every day,
a lot realer than any part of me,
that is harder and harder to ignore every day.
It's the sound, the feeling, the tangible numbness that is one's heart being broken.
How does that make you feel?
This is my refrain, you hurting me so,
but I'm the verses and the guitar solo.
I am me. I chose to be this way. I wonder,
how does this make me feel?
In between, I can never remember my dreams, did I have any?
When I see your face, divided in two
The dark side looms before me,
and you're changing me too. Making me become like you.
How does that make you feel?
Two contrasting pieces in one person, that was never meant to be.
So I'll sidestep around this rule
and be one self when I'm alone,
and another around everyone else.
I'm listening to the soundtrack in my head, stuck on repeat,
that screams pain,
and smiling a sweet song at you.
How does that make you feel?
OH, you can't be bothered to take any blame when you can simply smile
that innocent smile.
All sarcasm aside, I allowed myself to become two selves, me,
me, who is that anymore?
Who is anyone anymore?
Are all the stageprops around me, are they lies too?
This throbbing, throbbing pain in my chest that is more real every day,
a lot realer than any part of me,
that is harder and harder to ignore every day.
It's the sound, the feeling, the tangible numbness that is one's heart being broken.
How does that make you feel?
This is my refrain, you hurting me so,
but I'm the verses and the guitar solo.
I am me. I chose to be this way. I wonder,
how does this make me feel?
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