There are two different sides to me

There's the me that you see 

And the one I could be

The me that you see is envious of the other

I want to be just like my alter ego brother

My other is perfect through work practice

He excercises body and mind, while my actions are far more fractious

Is it crazy that all these chances are given to me?

I swear I'm limiting my self subliminally

But I plan to catch up to my alter ego brother

I'll cover the work and take the pain to get there

Cause I hate living this life of despair 

Knowing I am not my alter ego brother.