Crying on My Own

Dance with the poltergeists in my mind
Sometimes I talk to my self
It’s like a different soul is trying to steal my personality
Sometimes it just takes over when I least expect it, and puts me out
Like I’m fucking insane.
I wait for a better day. When I’ll be back again
I’ll show you my true self
And try to forget the times when I cried on my own
Feels like I’m locked up, but anyway I try
In a second it can change the way I act
With the snap of a tongue I could break. Don’t fuck with me
At any given time I can cross the line
It’s like my senses have been rendered blind
Can you understand how it feels for me?