Half full… or half gone.

I can’t tell anymore.

I’m standing in the dark / or maybe in the light

The shadows feel heavy / or maybe they’re just quiet

Every step could be a fall / or maybe it’s a dance

Every crack inside my chest / still gives the beat a chance

It’s broken / or it’s shining

It’s the end / or just the timing

I’m drowning / or I’m breathing

I’m alone / or maybe healing

Glass half empty, glass half whole

Pain or freedom, I don’t know

But every tear could be a seed

And every loss could set me free

I’m running from the silence / or into its arms

The gravel sings louder / than all my alarms

I could hide in the ashes / or build from the flame

The glass don’t decide -- it just holds my name

It’s broken / or it’s shining

It’s the end / or just the timing

I’m drowning / or I’m breathing

I’m alone / or maybe healing

Glass half empty, glass half whole

Pain or freedom, I don’t know

But every tear could be a seed

And every loss could set me free

If it’s light -- then I’ll burn in it!

If it’s dark -- then I’ll learn from it!

If it breaks -- let it break on me!

I’m still here -- I’m still free!

Glass half empty, glass half whole

Pain or freedom, I don’t know

But every tear could be a seed

And every loss could set me free

Half full… or half gone…

Either way… I’m still moving.