In one world I\'m the outcast,
The one that no one knows,
The one without a friend,
The one who sits alone.
Yet in the second world I\'m out-going,
fun-loving and un-afraid,
Who does dares when someone asks,
Who loves to live a life full of joy.
Yet somehow I am both,
Both out-going and extremely shy,
But which one am I really,
Which one is a fake?
Both feel exactly like me,
Both have that same warmth,
With my family and my mind as a friend,
Which I love both very dearly.
So maybe I\'m in split worlds,
Neither one clashing with the other,
The worlds as far apart as ever,
Yet I can go to either.
So I tell myself I\'m in split worlds,
Hoping for the day,
I can actually finally see,
And blow one world away.