THAT'S ON YOU.
She's a carbon copy
A pathetic attempt to capture the essence that is me
and paint it on another face
What a sad excuse for a replacement
And maybe it’s not my place to say this
But you know I’ve always been more truthful than you
She’ll never be me, no matter what you do
Let that fester and eat you from the inside out
She’s a carbon copy of a blueprint that you ran out
That’s on you.