Clone

She is always there
Looking the same as me
We stand next to each other
And they think she's me

She looks exactly the same
The same kind of walk
The same kind of things
The same kind of talk

I can't state an opinion
Without hearing "Me, too!"
Sometimes I wish she'd go away
But she is never true

To herself
She just wants my life
If I were to cut myself
She'd pick up the knife

She used to have her own life
Be completely different
I liked the old her
Now she's got my life for rent

If she were to make a decision
Then I would make mine
She would say, "Oh maybe not,"
And quick to change her mind

She will always be there
I'll never be alone
For the rest of my life
My sweet, sweet clone.