my favorite person i would like to kill, is so much like me it makes me ill

it doesn’t flatter me that the person who can crawl under my skin is a carbon copy of the man I am

so when i look at him with disgust, i’m looking at myself and that’s kinda tough

so when i look at Him, I look at me and so if I hate Him, then I hate me

the mirror doesn’t lie, if we accept what we see

i can’t change Him, so maybe I should concentrate on working on me

two of a kind, I can change one but I can’t change two