I am one, split in two.
The other half lives,
while the other is dying for you.
The saint who will leave you be,
the sinner who can’t set free.
The lover of every day spent in your midst,
the enemy of lonely nights, all alone in the darkened mist.
The sunshine to a weary soul
But rains down to soak the path tread upon by these bare soles.
With a smile for all the world to see,
And desperate tears for a longing that should never be.
A heart that cries for just a chance,
but a mind that screams to walk away w/o a backward glance.
Yes, that is who I have become to you:
A woman torn because I simply adore you.
