My demi, I have a side-splitter for you,
It’s not very funny, the weight we carry,
We’re an ensemble, of the same tear,
I split our sides, right?
Brother, I harm you too,
Image of I, accept my sorry,
My bosom, close to my chest, my rib, keeper of my essence,
Piece of my essence, accept my sorry.

Lately, my chest has hurt, close to my chest hurts,
My brother, do you hurt?
In my feet, I am not there,
It’s tingling, the edges of me, the edges of you,
My sides are splitting, this isn’t very funny.