He talks whenever he wants to
Sees things and falsely judges
Tells me what he wants me to do
The victim I am, building up grudges.
While he sits back, as always, smiling
They punish me for his ideas and acts
To stay away is what I'm always trying,
Do as I say or suffer, such are the pacts.
Right when and where I don't want him to be
A shame he is to my very name
Making me pull off tricks as the many eyes see
Failing to know this is my life, not a game.
Have made it this far, how much farther can I go
As he mercilessly, plots and orders me around
I'll be behind bars one day and everyone will know
As over and over again, guilty, I'm found.
Can't block him out, can't shoot him down
Because it's always he who will decide
Two faces of the very same coin we are
Well, after all, he's my other side.
- Problems a guy with MPD might face....
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