Sweet Venom

I trace every move you make, I trace every note you breathe. But you're a Mozart in disguise How could I ever compete? Blind with tears and rage, I compared myself to what seemed bulletproof, All while my doubts built up inside, Forming an invisible bruise. I tried to be more like you Though I knew it was no use. I swallowed all your words, Like bitter, sacred juice. What once was admiration Turned into unhealthy obsession. I was far too lost, Blind to your quiet imperfections. I called it love, but it proved to be venom. I tried to be you, all the same. I wore your voice like a second skin And on the way, I lost my name. I wish I had seen earlier: I can never be you, No matter how I chased your tone. After all, your song must be your own And mine must learn to stand alone.