If I had a dime for every scar, I bet you that maybe I could've gone far
But all I'll amount to is the copy of you.
And you talk about how we're so alike,
But you get 2 be the hero and I'm the villain, right?
In this narrative, who wins,
When we're exactly
Twins?
I'm always escaping into the night,
But at least I don't guilt trip my wife
I can't deal with your overbearing arrogance
Go man up and find yourself a fucking therapist.
Open the door, Just let me out.
I'm scared of the dark like I'm scared of you now.
I'll shift my reality so
You don't steal every piece of me.
If they all saw the real truth I'd never be the copy of you.
It's 4am this must be a joke!
This must be a dream!
I'll soon be awoke.
Nothing feels real, or maybe that's hope.