Living in my head, two girls are standing.
They both look at me and I see it in their eyes. Madness.
One has a smilly silly face. Laughing testing out new things.
In love with life and people.
Some may call her crazy, she doesn't care.
As long as she got freedom, nothing can hurt her.
Not even the punches or words.
She doesn't dread fear, in fact she's looking for it because it is the thrill of life she says.
The other resides in an asylum. Nobody lets her out.
She's paranoid.
Fear life and peolple.
Her all life is a run against time, against what can hurt her.
And when she feel like she failed.
The only solution for her is to hurt herself.
Both are mad. Often they cohabitate. But sometimes the doors of the asylum break.
And those two mad girls are running
Running wild inside my head.
