Life was simple and clean
Nothing at all was dim.
I would carry out my days with peace.
But then I met him.

My world was upheaved
When I met the other side of me
Sleeping a peaceful sleep,
But threatening my right to be

“I am me. Nobody else,” I once said
Well I guess that was a lie
Because now I'm looking up at him:
I was never whole, even though I tried.

Only one of us can carry on
And I'm fighting till the end
But I know that the world waits for him,
Not me. Only he can mend.

This world wasn't made for me
But it was made for my other side
I have to give him his stolen memories
And release his hidden pride.

So now on the edge of life and death
I look at him and think about what I went through.
“You're lucky,” I say, tears streaming down my face.
“Looks like it really has to be you.”