Smoke and mirrors, windows and fog Like ashes we never know where we fall Were you there, on the other side of the screen? Watching me, blistering my hands, and bursting out screams? Is that you, behind the glass? Divisive is the heart, and the things it binds to me The hooks that pull it apart, will set me free, even if painfully Is that you, behind the glass? Or just apparitions of a graceful past? The things we do to ourselves for what we mistake as love Yet crawling back, because out there we are so alone Divisive is the heart, and the things it binds to me The hooks that pull it apart, will set me free, even if painfully I'll swallow this glass and choke on it Shards of trust from a broken promise I'm your harvester, reaping my consequences This pain we share, so unfair, can I fix what's fractioned? Only pieces left, after severing the heart Because all the things that made it whole, only tore it apart