Twisted
Twisted into two pieces, trying to decide which path to take. I don't understand how things could end up this way. Stuck in two directions, so sick of these obsessions. I wish I could turn on a light. See just what's right. Tears fall through the night, as this stress fills up high. Screaming throughout time, which way is right?
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