Now its the divide I hide from inside, I've two minds who guide me every day and night. My mind wanders and plots against the one who holds me. I fear every time the sun rises I'll make the mistake which will be the best move I make. I'm torn, ripped apart by my mind and foolish heart. I don't want to stay here but I can't stand to leave. There's no guarantee I'll be able to be happier, but even beforehand I see that somebody will get hurt. But the grass just looks so much greener when it curls.