Let me talk about the two halves of me
The half of light and half of pure darkness
For one is merry and loves like a child
The other is a bitter, tender mess
The golden light of one is warm and kind
And leaves a gentle breeze that stirs your soul
But when you compare the light to the dark
The dark is darker than the dark of coal
But when the two halves meet they do collide
And start about a civil war inside
And confuse my heart between wrong and right
Sleep escapes my eyes each and every night
Angels and Demons dance inside my head
Their shadows linger all around my bed
