Alice
Alice and I were two peas in a
pot
Like twin sisters, we knew each
other well
But deep down inside, we know
that we’re not
Friends for long anymore…a
love from hell
Sooner or later, it’s me she’d
sell.
Her back turned as she climbed
up
My shoulders, now the pot’s a
broken cup.
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