by rachel spellman
I woke up this morning with this person I don't know.
I thought I did, but now I'm not sure.
This person abuses me, this person uses me
And I let it happen because I don't know
What this life is for.
But now I'm looking to even the score.
No more lies, just tell me the truth.
Who are you? WHO ARE YOU?
Who can you be?
The question stirs like a pot of stew.
I am you and you are me.
I woke up this morning with this peson I don't know.
And I wish that they would go, but they won't.
Because they're me.
I am a user, an abuser.
To myself, and to my honor.
When did I let it slip?
How long have I been split?
Saying things, doing others,
Why can't I just be true?
I am two. I am me and I am you.