There are two sides to every story.
There are certainly two sides to me.
There’s the loving cuddly father figure.
There’s the the beast seeking depravity.
Sometimes I fight to keep me inside.
Sometimes I just set me free.
Sometimes I tire of this double life.
Sometimes I wish I weren’t me.
For having two sides is such hard work.
Having two sides where one’s perceived as a jerk.
Is tiring to the point that all energy’s gone.
Exhausting the rationale that I’m big, that I’m strong.
And sometimes I crumble.
Sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I wish the world away.
Sometimes I wish I’d die.
But like the world I keep turning around.
I keep the beast securely bound.
I have the strength to live the day.
Hoping that your love will keep me at bay.
And sometimes I think the beast is cool.
Sometimes we don’t need society’s rules.
Sometimes it’s good to let loose and be free.
Sometimes I love like you, both of me.