She's a spitting image of him, She hates it. Going to the bottle, As if it's the last resort. She tends to get tense, Over little things, It doesn't make sense, All she knows, Is that she is a spitting image of him, And she hates it. But you created her, And for that, She is thankful. But she is becoming so numb, She is been broken. She can't talk, She's frozen.