She tells my stories or finishes them for me, makes them her own. She's the second voice I never knew I had. She's the second voice I never wanted. One is about all I can handle, two is too much to bear.

I plug in my ears, tune her out but I can still hear her. I am insignificant, a shadow to her. I want to be the one casting the shadows. Follow in my footsteps, not the other way around.

I need to find myself 'cause I am too much like her it scares me. I can read her thoughts through her sighs.

Make me a stranger again.