Bottom Of The Bridge ( Compilation of Proses )

xxi. second side

Can you tell who is who?
We have the same face, the same clothes and the same smile.
We are inseparable
We are twins!

Can you spot the difference?
Who has the longest hair and who has the shortest?
We have the same sparkle in the eyes
We are inseparable
We are twins!

Is this how it ought to be?
Why I can't complain?
Why do I feel like I am in chains?
Binded with the flesh of perfection.
Can't be ugly
Can't be stupid

She doesn't have to be with me
She can be by herself without feeling the agony of being with me
Because I am not who she thinks I am

Every "wow, you're amazing,"
Lies the things I did to see that smile.
Every "I hate being with you,"
Was a sister trying to protect your grin.
I am so blessed to see that

But I guess, everything is always connected.
Every single pieces needs to be put together no matter how painful the outcome will be.
Maybe you were meant to feel that way so that you can find your difference to me.

I mean, how can you follow me if I am too far from what I knew I was?
I am always in front, pleasing people to cheer for me, but your cheer hits different.
I am the general who received the praise as I win the war but I already lose the battle the moment you turn your back to me.
Aren't we suppose to be with each other, for better and for worse?

Oh, I think you heard it
The monster within me
Those unlawful rage, filled with bloodless wounds
What did you thought of me?
Am I who you thought I was?

Well, I know too well that we never even knew each other.
I never knew your favorite food before telling that mine is what you like.
I never knew your favorite color before saying that we always have the same clothes.
I never knew you before you said, "we are the same."

Did I saw it differently?
Your hatred, it turns out it was just because you knew you are not my mirror.
How can we live together and share the same bed when we can't even see through each other?

What is this sympathy that I felt?
Your eyes softened, your tears falls.
My unheard scream that was unmuted in your ears.
All of this, in one string, you felt it.

My side of the coin.