Conflicted, Conditioned

I'm torn between two worlds
One that I know is right
One that I know is wrong for me
But I can't
I know I'll never win this fight
It's not as simple as black and white should be
What you see-it's not me
It's my split personality
Conflicted, conditioned
My only consolation
Constantly contesting myself
Can never decide
I could never deny
Compromising this
(Conflict of interest)
What you see-it's not me
It's my split personality
So what you see
A completely different kind of me an alter ego
Inside my head a twisted
Tortured fuck
What you see=it's not me
What you see=it's just me