There's symmetry in the way you cut me straight in two. Each side reflects the image of a crowd in an empty room. You're a match that can't be lit. Spark a flame, burn infinite.
You broke me like a mirror. Seven years keep adding up. Walk barefoot through the glass, not a single cut.
Direction - I'm walking on fences. It left me defenseless.
You broke me like a mirror. Seven years keep adding up. Walk barefoot through the glass, not a single cut.
Balance - I'm losing it and the ground beneath does not exist. You're a match that can't be lit. Spark a flame, burn infinite.
Balance - I'm losing it and the ground beneath does not exist. You're a match that can't be lit. Spark a flame, burn infinite.
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