Constantly living a double life,
My greatest pleasure hidden with strife,
Many that would make a perfect wife,
Lost on account of my double life,
To balance what is needed from me,
To stand solid as an old oak tree,
I can't control what possess me,
I just want to crumble to my knee,
Why must I constantly be this way,
Must I strugle each and every day,
Confused in bed sad with tears I lay,
For it's such a costly price to pay, |