So, suppose you could split into two
Two souls, two bodies made of the same flesh
Two distinct beings leading two lives
Two of everything…two

You ask who is who?
Not sure, no clue
But one is worldly fit
While the other rose and flew

One melts and gently sits into candle casts, that’s true
While the other melted the brims, and flowed brazenly through
They are too different, too apart, they are but two
So who is who? No clue, for no one could know, but you