Inside my mind
There are two different worlds
In one, everything is always gonna be fine
On the other, confusion and chaos burn
Inside my heart
There are four different chambers
I keep anger and hate in one part
On the three others all the good things I can remember
Inside my eyes
There are six different views
I can see the world on several lights
Depending on how I feel
Inside my blood
There are eight different weathers
I can be extremely warm or extremely cold
Sunny or foggy, which ever I'd rather
Inside my being
There are ten different personalities
Each one has it own thinking
And all compose my singularity
