My alter ego has put me through hell,
It is me, but it is also not myself or I,
Now I'm well I'm coming out my shell
I hereby do tell, I recklessly used to cry
And ask the question why me, why me,
I can't justify it tormenting me you see -
This voice inside that bade me to abide,
It was like I was a passenger on a ride.
I was not my considerate self, unchristianly,
Which is so the essence of who I used to be,
I could be nasty and aggressively violent,
With fasting like I was so adhering to Lent.
But I was starving and did not want to hunger
With wasted thoughts of madly going under.
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