the ice then into glass
and with one touch
you shatter
and everything goes black.
But all at once your spinning.
this isn't me
this isn't me
and deep inside your melting
how can this be
how can this be
you never fit the mold here
the edges were all wrong
the shape was far too perfect
and it twists you
breaks your arms.
Though sometimes you are open
the sun comes seeping in.
It quickly turns to darkness
to remind you where you've been.
Who and I,
and how am I,
where do I fit,
what do I want,
what can I do...?
There's a thousand angry questions,
in a million unread thoughts,
and all of them are selfish;
want the cake and eat it too,
And all of them confusing,
as the darkness fades to blue.
For to love is but a trial,
and two love more is purely sin.
And the mess it's made inside you,
means that you can never win.
Like a tourniquet to save you,
but it's cutting you in two.
Pick the blood for half your body,
but which half means more to you
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