Torn and twisted, the fabric of my soul
Pulled in opposite directions, out of control
One side yearns for freedom and light
the other clings tight to the darkness of night.
Torn apart by the forces of fate
wandering aimlessly, consumed by hate,
for the parts of me I can\'t reconcile
and the shattered dreams I\'m forced to defile.
Amidst the wreckage of my shattered dreams
a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light gleams
Though I may be torn and frayed
I know I can still be remade.
I am not defeated by my tattered soul
With each tear and each mending stitch
I\'m one step closer to breaking through the glitch.
And though I may be torn and worn
I know I\'m a fighter, unbreakable and reborn.