I see you in front of me
But your not me,
You just pretend to be me.
You just act like me and imitate my every move.
What's that you say?
You are really me?
Then if you are me,well,you will do
The same things that I do.
I see you are raising your hand as I do
I see that you are moving your hand just like I do....
Is it really you?Or is it just me?
Please stop it...you are hurting me
Stop those whispers in my head
Set me free.
You are me and I am you and you are doing the things that I do
You take the knife and point it towards me...
Is it really you?Or...is it just me?
What are you doing this hurts more than a break up
And something red is starting to leek....
Something is so wrong....I cannot move!
My feet are getting week,
And I feel like I am about to crawl.
I fell on the floor.
That knife you pointed towards me
Now stands two feet beside of me.
It's full of that red stuff that started to leak out of me.
Is it really you?Or..is it just me?
Have you really pointed that knife at me?
No because you did the same thing that I did.You pointed the knife and cut yourself too
Then it wasn't really you.
What have I done to you?You are bleeding too...and the closer I get it hurts me more.
You take the knife again and pierce it through a scream.
Now I know the truth.
It wasn't you killing me...it was just me killing me.
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