Symmetry کے بول

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.