I'm always two people, the coward and the brave
I'm always fragmented between master and slave
I'm fearless like a lioness, yes frightened like a kitten
I pounce too soon; too many times have been bitten
My soul is a canvas of colors and dirt
With shades upon shades of beauty and hurt
I want to be peaceful and want to be wild
An adult perfection, an imperfect child
Between love and fear is a constant tug-of-war
Both breath and tears always compete for more
Deeper than angels have dared to explore
There is no control, there's only a thought
Of cutting the rop, untying the knot
No longer slipt. Changing the plot.
