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there are two people in my head
both are me, but one is dead
they never smiled when they passed by
only glares, not once a "hi"
one of the girls knew what to do, the other always in doubt.
but the second girl is who this little story's about.
the doubt filled girl is kinda bad,
but she's the best fuck you've ever had.
most people call her a sexaholic,
but she makes you feel like she's all you can get.
the other girl, clarity, as i call her,
was the mother-like figure.
clarity decided she would take everything away,
but not all at once, just some day by day.
doubt was then filled with rage
feeling like she was being kept in a cage
so doubt stabbed clarity straight through the heart,
small world - now we're back at the start
there were two people in my head
both were me, but now they're dead.