clone

i can’t help but feel i am running empty
passing time just to waste it

replacing myself
replacing myself
replacing myself

i am a clone of who i was last year
changed slightly, still the same
same hair, same feelings
different face, different clothes

and i don’t know who did it to me

i am not the first one to replace me
(not the fifth, not the tenth)

they’re cloning me
to take what they like best
but none of it makes up a real person anymore

 

now

the people who knew me know me differently now

and i have this sour taste in my throat that tastes a lot like hate 

but i found salt burning my cheeks again the other night, the same question breaking my heart

i wonder if you would know me how you did

if you would want to

if you ever really tried anyway