MPD

MPD.
Two fazed, two rows, two columns.
one faze you seemed ok full of luv intentions heightens, we kissed and love synchronized.
 Moments of your shadowy past, lurks, the mist that you never see through to see me.
two fazed, your awfully hurting words, trying to pierce my minds karma, wanting to watch my world fall apart, so you can pickup the pieces.
I running back to drama, sadness, and for ever pain.
I tried living in both worlds but my body, i cannot separate from my spirit, so I kept synchronized
but your too fazed, your two rows, now became two columns, solid. no emotions, no, respects, no luv, no morals, because your too rows, two columns, trying to live two lives.