Rope That Separated Us
Look at this rope lying on the grass
so innocent and simple
I see it as a six,
you see it as a nine.
Take the end and pull it
as hard as you can,
we're pulling it together
while destroying the grass beneath us.
You for your end,
I for mine, we pull harder
until we win, until the rope breaks
We fight with the mirror against the mirror, our fight is endless and meaningless
Our hands are calloused and bloody
but we don't let go.
The rope finally broke, hurting both of us
I'll take my share, you take yours
The trampled grass remains as a symbol
of our failure and futile struggle.
