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Split


oday isn't like the yesterdays
Things were better in so many ways
I looked at the sun with joy & rapture
Such emotions now are too hard to capture
The rain is what soothes me now
The dark, the chaos, though I don't know how
I tried to think better thoughts
Then death and darkness my mind in knots
I try to tell myself life is worthwhile
As I sit here in this weeping pile
But...

Can you tell me why she hurts so much?
She stings me, burns like fire to the touch
Help her know there's a better way
Today is better than yesterday
The sun is glorious and full of splendor
To the darkness in your heart you can't surrender
The world is waiting to embrace you child
To be free and happy and young and wild
But...

There is nothing for me here
All I loved has disappeared
And I can't let go of the past
It's harder everyday to make life last
I lie to them and they believe
I'm fine
But...

You're not
You never were and never will be
So just let go
Turn things over to me
I'll make the most of this shell
This empty hole, this vacant cell
Carpe diem, seize the day
In any language you don't get it anyway
Poor pathetic girl
But...

Someone take the pain away
Let her live her life in joy
Let me go and be no more
And end it all, it's that simple
Let her do it
No one would miss her
They would. I would. You would. We would.
Pathetic girl, wretched girl
Stop!

Life is what you need it to be
What you want it to be
That applies even to me
I want to live without the pain
To see the sun, to kiss the rain
To run 'round the world free and wild
So much like the darling child
I used to be
But now I'm only me
Cursed and afraid
Nothing can be done about it
Not for me
One who is split

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