Almost there, but not quite there yet
The hairline crack is really a yawning gap
What I miss is what I almost have
But what I really have isn't quite there yet
I said, 'you complete me'
You said, 'there is nothing left of me'
And I became the crack, the gap
And I let myself into the trap
Of hope and despair
An apparition beyond repair
And I live a life without colours
And I live this life of half-measures