Two Faced

I had always loved him, Brendon Urie. His music was there for me when nobody else was.
But who would imagine he would choose to sit next to me in the empty theatre?

The man I loved is not the man beside me, he's... different. Like he's not alone in his head.
I'm not alone when I'm with him, or should I say them.

Warning: strong language, and talks about multiple personality disorder

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