I Wake Up In The Middle Of The Day...
With No Will And No Words To Pray
Are You Even There?
I Seem To Ask With All That I Have In Me
I Get No Answer...And It Kills Me Once Again
This City In My Heart is Divided By A Fault Line..
Where Two Halves Of Me Fight For Custody..
The Custody Of My Being...
The Custody Of Who I'm Supposed To Be
Who AM I supposed to be?
Tell Me... Once Again
Who Am I supposed to be?
Cause Each Side Of The City In My Heart
Fights For The Different Sides Of Me
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