It's hard to see pull the wool from over your eyes, the heart in me I give to you in disguise, regardless If we enemies or guys, or your envious or despise my originality, individuality is different compatibly, different beings the complexity of things perspectively it seems all in Gods plans, in his hands, to make twins comparable, with the variable of two minds and two bodies which makes each responsible for his own, body of faults they could both linger in thought, the taste and ways are to test, each of them spills and cleans up their own mess, but you want me to be you, so I could be fooled, sorry you got me mistakenly misconstrued,