It went wrong he made another of me.
I can feel her there, he doesn't want me to see.
How couldn't I know there was a stolen version of me screaming to myself?

She's also me and a clone of herself.

This shouldn't be. It's hard to believe part of my
soul is scattered in two.

There are days I fight, conflicted inside.
He mixed my DNA contaminated inside.
I'm his Frankenstein, a captive in this body trying to get out.

She's also me and a clone of herself.

This isn't right that I'm alive.
A split fraction of me, yes I do have a soul.
Evil of a man who won't let life just be.
Now looking for the other parts of me hidden in the
folds. We've been trying to get whole.

She's also me and a clone of herself.

We're all just clones of ourselves.
She is also me and a clone of herself.
I am me. I am she. I am we.
You are I. We are. This is you.
It is we. Her and me. They are the I am and I am.