C.R.A.C.K
I'm cracked in two
Ones happy ones blue
Ones optomistic
the others ones final
I am caught between
losing myself and finding
I am mixed up
yet the message
is so crystal clear
I hear it from above
but the ground is whispering
tryna reel me into sin
I don't know how to cement
this C.R.A.C.K
Sometimes I don't know
Who I am anymore
Sometimes I know exactly
Who I am
It's just a image I don't like much
I am scared
that I will never be whole
Ever again
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