Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Siamese Twins

She's lucky when she opened the door she saw everything
She's drunk and when she falls through the floor she confronts herself
The light in her eyes is an alcoholic glaze
The feelings in her mind are a suicidal maze
When the couch has caught you you will not fall down
When the drink is fading you will wear your frown
When we face each other we are all the same
We are twins, we are enemies, in all but a name.

She's laughing when she cuts through her troubles with a serrated knife
She's grinning when she bursts all the bubbles and is running my life.
The light in her eyes is a predatory gleam
The peace held in her hand is not what it seems
When the train's incoming you won't look away
When the pain is flowing you don't know what to say
When we fight each other we are all the same
When we hurt each other we are both burned by the flame
We are twins, we are enemies, in all but a name.

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