The Point of it All.

Kettle Black

You can't see it but it's true
There is something similar about us
It may not be in looks or airs
but you can tell it by our distant stares
Our mind share a similar vein
Our soul tormented by the same passions and pains
So when you hurt me it hurts twice as much

I don't want to be compared to you
I strive to be different in every way
But all I do is continue to prove
There is more of you that I can relate to
Everything I hate about me I see in you
Every time you do something I hate, I know
Its only because I would do the same

I am the Kettle, You are the Pot