**YOU**
&nbsp;&nbsp;are no more me
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;than I am 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; **MYSELF**
Yet,
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*you*
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;think you know
&nbsp;&nbsp; *me*
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; like the back of your hand
&nbsp;&nbsp; or the words you write
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; or the rhymes you create
**YOU** 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;might think you know how I feel
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; or what I think
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;or what I've done
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;but
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*you*
will never understand my **SOUL**
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;or the inner workings of my mind
So, 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *you*
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; can go choke on the words you write,
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the songs you sing
and the hearts you steal
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; because 
**YOU**
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;can never have my life