Enter the mind of a man torn in two: one of the twelve, but is destined to do what the black heart of a person can feel when he follows what he sees to be real.
His eyes say he already knows,
My resentment now grows,
I know what I must do: to thine own self be true.
I know you are who you say that you are,
Branded a traitor, I feel very far,
My mind and my heart don't appear to agree - this is what causes my hectic quandry,
I'll always regret what I'm choosing today; I realise that you love me anyway.
Trapped, but as hard as I try, can't continue this lie,
Hang from the limb of a tree,
I just gotta be me.
