A face like mine, a voice like mine, a script like mine

and seems like a friend and I cannot tell if

this is fiend or a kindred, for I hear both sides,

for prosecutor and the defendant’s story,

each rehearsed till it comes out as quite natural

and this is a boon, this is a damnation,

till I am quite confused as to what is

for it is not always easy to tell,

when life has many gray,

not all of it is mathematics, not all of it is one sided,

that’s what the other party would say,

my life bleeding into yours,

we are strangers at birth, at death,

in the middle, events wished.