There is no authenticity in their love,
I suppose in a way they grew up never knowing what love really was,
Then having children and allowing them to grow up,
In the same way that they did,
But only in a different time,
Different generation,
Same frame of mind,
Love, you never knew her.
Neither did I,
Used to cry myself asleep and awake at night,
Never knowing what it felt like,
To have that warm feeling resonate inside,
Inside me,
Burning like a flame,
A love so strong to the point that I never grew cold,
You never knew it,
Therefore neither did I,
You deprived me of what you never had,
You say you're nothing like her,
But your just another copy,
Just as stubborn,
Hypercritical and mean,
You are her.
Just another carbon copy.