She loved me the same way i loved you, she couldn't stand that i was in love with you while she was in love with me.
So she changed herself, she came through the door and for a slight moment i mistook her for you.
She wore her hair look yours, she carried her head like yours but she couldn't wear black, the way you do.
She lost herself in you while looking for me, she committed suicide so i may love her like i love you.
She became like you for me, but like you wasn't enough because all I've ever wanted was the real you.
