Torn

Split between two halves.

Never knowing which path to choose.

Love or lust, old or new.

A path to walk down alone and confused.

Hearts begins slowly beating cold.

Torn apart inside out is more than one person can hold.

Sometimes I don’t want tomorrow, just right now.

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