When are you going to wake up and realise that no matter how hard you try, I'm not going to be her. I'm never going to have her hair or her eyes, or that little twinkle in her voice you like so much. Forget that. Forget her. I'm not going to try and fit her mould. You shouldn't expect me to. If you can't accept that, then I'll walk away now. It's unfair for you to want that and I refuse to live my life in someone else's shadow.