At times your world seems so perfect, so for what reason would you write?
You feel that every day was going to be like that, isn’t that right?
But it’s the split second where you awake and nothing was left like you left it,
Everything changed and now you're in a place where you just don’t fit.
My mind happens to have to have two people living there.
They don’t seem to mind. They don’t seem to care.
When one takes over she controls the scene
But sometimes the other lives and she can be really mean.
Luckily I live most of my life in nothing more than a dream.
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