February 2012
There's symmety in the way you cut me straight in two. Each side reflects, the image of a crowd in an empty room. Your're a match that can't be lit, spark a flame, burn infinite. You broke me like a m
There's symmety in the way you cut me straight in two. Each side reflects, the image of a crowd in an empty room. Your're a match that can't be lit, spark a flame, burn infinite. You broke me like a m