Not Me Without Her
She is brown eyed, brown haired
Like me, almost my twin
Till puberty hit and we split
We became two people instead of one
Yet I can't say I couldn't live without her
I could breathe, I could move, I could cry
But I don't think I would be me
She's a part of me that I need
I used to wonder who I would be
Without her by my side
And I always concluded that
I wouldn't be the same
Her laugh is my favorite tune
Her smile, my favorite picture
Her talk, my favorite lecture
Without her by my side
I wouldn't be the same
I need my best friend, my enemy, my teacher, my sister
She's my baby sister and I'm her protector
So I suppose I couldn't live,
Because I wouldn't be me
Not without my sister
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