SPLIT. Binary is my language
Dichotomies are my flavors
My cleavage makes you happy
Though my heart is break apart
So why complain about it?
I get away in the fields of ripped memories,
Where I can only find two pathways; the one I chose and the one I take.
My mission is disclosed;
I have to divide my strengths and multiply my efforts to carry on,
feeling less alone.
At the end we have no choice, we can only live day and night.
So call it dual personality, split personality, schizoid and all that jazz if you want.