I was once a schizophrenic,

As sure as life will be,

And I found that it was great,

I enjoyed our company.

However, they forced me out,

And I will never doubt,

That though they cured (ruined)

Part of me, they shall never see

That all my senses have dulled,

And in losing that second me

I am the loneliest I ever was,

Lonelier than anyone else could be.

One and one make two,

But what if both of them are you?

They broke me and changed me,

Totally remade me,

Said I was crazy,

What they did seems hazy

All I know is what I can see and feel,

And I will never heal,

Because part of me is lost,

I have become 'normal'

But at what cost?