The Line Has Been Drawn
Stuck at life's crossroads, I measure my time once again;
I measure the depth, the love and along with it, the pain.
I hardly have anything to lose in love, yet I lose it like a beginner,
I see in vain, how everything slips through the gaps of my finger.
The more I try to cling on to those pieces, broken and torn
Halt! says a voice, the line has been drawn.
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