Is there is not one, but two or three
Voices that hang aroun in my head
Lying dormant, almost dead
That do awake once a while
One tells me to be happy and smile
He says "keep friendship you'll need that"
He's the one that looks like a prat
The other teaches me life
Tells me how to deal with pain and strife
One makes mistakes, the other has to deal
Thats my life, it's me, it's real
I bekon myself to punch or fight
No-one know whats wrong or right
The problem is of little gain
It's just me, and me the same
They think I'm alright and a nice enough guy
The next they feel is an asshole and lies
Yes I am both but you don't understand
I'm neither of those people I'm just bland
Life is not clear as you people would like
I'm broken and on my third strike
When one of them drives me to the brink
The other forces me to stop and think
Nothing triggers the hostiles invasion
It's all part of lifes equation
But no-one will know, and no-one will care
That the presence of others are there
They'll just see a boy, attentively troubled
Misery and sadness just doubled
And with voices commanding my every step
The real Ben will just be kept
Inside where people can't see
The kind of guy I'd like to be
Torn in two is how I live
Torn in two is what I'll give