Me Myself and Them

I WAKE UP LOOKING AT YOU BUT NOTHING EVER CHANGES
WE STARE AT EACHOTHER ALL THE TIME

YOU FOLLOW ME FROM MORNING TO NIGHT
TURN YOUR BACK AS I START A FIGHT

BEHIND ME YOU MAKE FUNNY FACES
THEN OUT OF SIGHT WHEN WE GO OUT PLACES

AT TIMES I WONDER WHERE YOU COME FROM
BECAUSE IN REALITY YOU MAKE ME FEEL DUMB

YOU SIT WHERE I AM SITTING
GET MAD WHEN YOU KNOW IM  KIDDING

HOLD MY HAND WHEN I AM WEAK
RIGHT THERE WHEN I REACHED MY PEAK

YOU SLEEP IN MY BED ON TOP OF ME
BUT YET YOUR FACE I CANNOT SEE

WEAR THE SAME CLOTHES AS ME ON THE STREET
HAVE THE SAME SIZE SMALL FEET

WHATS YOUR NAME
WHATS YOUR GAME

WHY YOU HERE
OUR WORLDS WE SHARE

IN THE SCOPE OF LIFE
YOU KEEP ME ALIVE

WHISPER IN MY EAR
WHAT I NEED TO HEAR

YOU ARE WHAT I NEED
MY KNOWLEDGE YOU FEED

THIS POEMS TO MYSELF
AND THE REST OF THEM

TO BRANDY AND HER PERSONALITIES THANKS FOR KEEPING ME ALIVE
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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