Hey you! Who me?
Am I awake or is this a dream?
There's two of us as I can see,
Someone new appeared, my otherself to be.
Everytime I drink, everytime I sing,
Everytime I break my soul to strings,
My otherself comes, and rules over me,
He takes control, and puts me to sleep.
A while after that, I get to wake up,
I see what I've done, he changed all my plans.
Where did he go? I wonder and seek,
My otherself lives, but I'll never know.
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