How can we be so utterly different,
if we’re made from the same things?
Our hearts are muscle, keeping us alive,
but the things that keep me breathing
are the things that make you choke.
My lungs are filled with passion ,
while yours are filled with smoke.
My head is filled with numbers,
and yours is clouded with cocaine.
Our feet walk on the same pavements,
but our souls are on different planes.
Should anyone mistake us for the same
person, I’ll tell them just what makes me
different than you.
Because the things that you have done,
I’ve never thought to do