These words have been killing me.
In the core of a monochrome mind.
What could I do?
If I chose so,
could I shatter those thoughts too?

A certain lack of emotion,
a defect in my humanity.
That other side of me,
though, has a chain of red fear.
If I cut the chain
would I too, become who I want to be?

It's okay to cry sometimes, too;
But if it's alright with you,
I'll hold your hand some more.
It's alright to try sometimes, so
can't I drift away from this world
and make it new?

The darkness within me,
took it's own path.
In that way, I follow
two different roads of personality.
She took her words and tried to end me.
But in the way was that person;
"It'll be fine."
But still that side of I,
a lack of her emotions, a broken efficiency.
So tell me that you'll stand by
the sides of me, until I blend them.
But just then, she threw
her sharp words at me;
"It's alright, too, because I love both mes the way I am."
(Haha!)

Tell me if it's alright that
I do this myself,
and find a way to fix it.
In the end, two girls fell hand in hand;
Both the same person, and
if I fail to fight, will you stop me?
If that's how it'll be...

Is it alright to call this 'reality'?
Suspended in a drifting mind.
I stepped close to the other me,
who dropped her sharp words.
Is it alright to cry?
I took her hands and,
in that moment I was one person.
But there you were, still.
You took my hand. ♦