We are me or am I you? This confuses us or should I say us two? If I am I and you are you, well where are you?
Ah, yes, I forgot, you are in my head. Did I make you up and you are my friend inside my thoughts and in my head? Am I the one inside your labrynith of blood and pain or am I the program and you're the glitch? Inside the mirror, which is which? Do I stand outside and you're within? Are you on the other side of the doll house staring in?
We take the knife and decide our life. We are sewn together but the stitches don't show. She tells me to let us go, but I don't know.
How? Your bloody ways have become routine. My kinder heart makes you less mean. When you become angry, I stop you from going through. When I become sad, you find a way to make me laugh. This is so strange. What would we do if I seperate from you?
Would I go crazy the same as you?
AN: Edited now! Thank you for your comments on that, I wasn't quite sure about the hoe/ho spelling.
