I find a distance between my worlds
A difference in opinion
To which I raise my glass and toast
The master and the minion.

One of which is always true
the other just a face
And time to time I fool myself
and somehow lose my place

I ******* tears and feed my fears
and swallow my deceit
then once again I rise against
the truth of my defeat

But which is real and which is not
I do not wish to know
Both are useful, both are me
wherever I may go

I've no regrets save only one
and I don't give a ****
I regret apologizing
for being who I am.