In a war with the girl standing in front of me
I move, she moves
Three steps to the left, she goes
She knows me so well she throws a punch just as I throw mine
It lands in her belly and in mine
Her pain and anger reflecting on her Face
The feelings of loneliness and reject dancing and twirling
A reflection of her broken heart and broken soal starring right back at me
Who I she?
Who else if not me?