Is it hard or is it cool, my friendnTo be two people in your head, all day?nI wish that you could be one personalitynSo you could talk and think the samenAnd this all would pass bynnNever alone, always togethernMaybe you’re blessed, maybe you’re cursednNever alone, always togethernSometimes I think it could be worsennIs this truth or is the other telling liesnYou change your voice and then to my surprisenYou’re waging war behind your victim eyesnOne of you laughing while I hear the other crynnNever alone, always togethernMaybe you’re blessed, maybe you’re cursednNever alone, always togethernSometimes I think it could be worsennNever alone, always togethernMaybe you’re blessed, maybe you’re cursednNever alone, always togethernSometimes I think it could be worse