Itâ€™s the same old line. People get to you if they can. They take what they find. They will change you mind. They will fit you into their play. And then one day youâ€™ll wake up. As somebody else. Someone they advented. A split image. Donâ€™t let them burn you. Split image. Donâ€™t let them turn you. Split image. Just keeps cominâ€™ back. Cominâ€™ back cominâ€™ back. To who you are. And the wrong get born. And the right ones just stay away. What heâ€™s livinâ€™ for. If the wrong get born. And we donâ€™t have a word to say. And itâ€™s so hard to wake up. Or in right groove. A crack in the mirror. Heâ€™s come .... Remember who you are. .