The Ballade of Prat and Whitney

Yes, I know, it's damn long and you maybe get bored while reading it.
It's not completely finished, I'm soon going to add some extra lines near the end (what?! even more of these standard rhymes?)
I'll appreciate any input!!! :)
Ah, yes, the title is no typo! :wink:

The Ballade of Prat and Whitney
1)
Lying in my bed with my face to the wall
Painting pictures with my thoughts and wonder what for
We act like two dolphins but blubber like whales
Under water, upwelling into air to inhale.
But once in a while you linger down there,
Starting to smother, (I) can't pull you out of your lair.
Begging to go up, asking why you do such things,
But then you keep yelling I'm the one who's drowning.
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I had a very hard time to believe in your truth,
But I reassemble to misinterpret their real use.
The hugs you give me make me feel bathed and naked.
Sometimes it's just too tight, therefore makes my spine ache.
Can I believe in a thief who is faster than speed?
During slow-motion you cast a lightning heap,
Reach through my body and take out some parts
Let them get moldy and throw them back on a dart
At me…

Rf1:
And on I play the role for me.
On I play, I play
Play for real.

2)
You got me caught with your fingerprint
And expect me to leave with little more than a hint
Told by you but as dumb as I hear
You whisper in a megaphone close to my ear
Laughing or screaming, I can't define
So I keep on smiling for as long as you're mine.
In the end your ignorance truly is to blame,
Coz I keep on retrieving as long as you shout my name. (WOW!)
-
When I learned to walk I tried to keep up your run.
Grabbed the balloon at the fairy - headed up to the sun.
Although I got closer I couldn't see her big smile
It surely is there, maybe just closer one mile.
The tidal waves that are stronger in bloom
Hinder me to see the dark side of the moon.
I laughed at the clown in the circus with you,
But what just differs me to him is that he's not confused
Like me…

Rf2:
And on I play the role for me.
On I play, I play
Play for real.
Too real, too real…

3)
We beg our pardon when we're messing things up
Crash with the head where the other one's stuck.
When we fire some arguments we hold on them with no doubt.
In the middle we wonder what's the fuzz all about.
When I'm talking too weary you start to swear and accuse.
So I create my own language to speak clearly too you.
Sometimes I wish I could laminate my head
But I play open-minded and clever instead.

You wash my head in a cold water fountain.
And thought in the end you could finally detain
The little apartheit you construct in my life
But I will return as soon as my hair will dry
To knock at your door after you locked me out
And forget about everything that stays inside out.
I sing my own melody to your door day by day
To realize I'm just a minor key in this play.
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The curtain closes and I am dismissed
I survived in a story that just hadn't existed.
In the spotlight surrounded by the darkness of walls.
I combine those little secrets that you couldn't have called.
And now I start to read the script once again
The announcer walks onstage by the rising curtain.
No role reversal so I keep crawling in pain.
When will I be the character whom the other one blames?