Symmetry
by Title Fight· from The Last Thing You Forget
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.
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.