Before The Line Divides
Floodgate
Just a matter of time before the line that separates the love and rage divides Heartbroken Giving and then some I've suffered You've given none My fingers My calloused hands I've suffered I've given and then some Still I miss you when you're gone It's a cold, black, stolen world My curtains drawn and then tied So gifted Falling behind How can they justify the confliction? My fist is curled and tight World of subpar Stolen world of knaves Please help before the line divides