Treasure Island

Ramona Thompson


Split Personality


Losing time
Hearing her voice
In my head
All the time
Don't wanna believe it
But I'm afraid that it's true
Burying myself deep under the covers at night
Still I can't escape from my....

Split personality
Am I one or am I two?
Torn
Can't decide
Am I me or am I her?
This wicked voice inside guiding me
Scares me
More then words can say
In this song I wrote just about her
The other woman alive and kicking inside my head
My split personality

Wanna be normal
Really I do
But God I swear I don't think that I can be
As long as she's sticking around
Always telling me what to do
Who to be
Even who I can sleep with
Driving me insane
Cos I just can't get her opinion out of my mind

Deep down inside
I know
There's got to be something wrong
When half the time I can't remember
Where I'm been or who I'm been with
Got me asking a million questions
Finding zero answers
As she goes on
Laughing inside my head
I wonder if I will ever be free of this

On a rollercoaster ride
My life going back and forth
Up and down
Without explanation
So afraid to tell
They'll all just think we're crazy
That's what she tells me
Making plans for our future
Always together
Always forever to share the misery of our....

Submitted: Sunday, October 22, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, October 26, 2010

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