I'm torn between two worlds   One that I know is right   One that I know is wrong for me   But I can't    I know I'll never win this fight   It's not as simple as black and white should be   What you see-it's not me   It's my split personality   Conflicted, conditioned   My only consolation   Constantly contesting myself   Can never decide   I could never deny   Compromising this   (Conflict of interest)   What you see-it's not me   It's my split personality   So what you see   A completely different kind of me an alter ego   Inside my head a twisted   Tortured fuck   What you see=it's not me   What you see=it's just me