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I’m split in two
Who tf is the real me
Is it one or the other
Is it both
Is it neither
I’m split in two
I’m someone when you're here
A stranger when you're gone
But no matter who I am
I'm only half of who I was
I’m split in two
Just trying to survive
I wanna be with you
But being there
Kinda makes me wanna die
I'm split in two
Its like I live a double life
But I’m held down by a knife
And I can't help but to think
Would you still love me,
If I wasn't split in two?
