we could be sisters we both have long hair i wear what she wears dressed in the same clothes i go where she goes i know what she knows i don't have a secret i couldn't keep it i'd have to tell her she stands in my place taking up my space i wish i could tell her if she thinks differently then she should tell me and not agree with me opinions contended i won't be offended dressing in my clothes she stands on my toes says she acts in my interest it's none of her business i can't think of leaving leaving her grieving i can't forget her that would upset her but make me feel better |