Casually killing my innermost feelings 
It's a maintenance plan 
It's a shedding of old skin 
That keeps me from exceeding my ceiling 

With a sheltered life, it's hard to thrive 
It measures your drink 
It controls your blink 
Deciding my drive?  Not I 

This is a secondary life; a "me" standing by 
If my primary fails 
It quickly unveils 
Splicing, not wasting of time 

It's mechanic mentality is my human duality 
1 won't fight 
2 will bite 
But TOGETHER, they make up the "it" in me 

How confused you must've been when I called you, "my friend"

I've pushed you 
And broke you 
My footprint on your chin 

My mental instability will always hold you dear to me 
So run 
And leave me to die