I hold on to the feeling
Evidence it was real
Proof I was once whole
A tangible form of my broken self
Swept up
Searching for a spark to ignite the fire
Flames that will fuse together the leftover shards
I am the flint and steel
I.G.
Finding my niche in the chaos
I hold on to the feeling
Evidence it was real
Proof I was once whole
A tangible form of my broken self
Swept up
Searching for a spark to ignite the fire
Flames that will fuse together the leftover shards
I am the flint and steel
I.G.