I can't live with you,
I can't live without you,
But if you were to leave,
I don't know what I'd do.
You're my antithesis,
You balance my silence with your song,
And my dark with your light.
It's a good thing you do,
Though I hate you for it half the time.
Everyone wants us to get along,
You and I.
"Play nice with your sister"
We're told
Again and again.
We'll never get along in that way for very long.
We're polar opposites of course we can't.
No one gets it.
We do what we're meant to.
I am me and you are you.
We're sisters.
Not friends,
Not partners,
Not enemies,
All three.