The story
He keeps both faces hidden under one crooked grin.
He stands in the same mirror twice, one side dressed for damage, the other for regret. The bars are loud, the road is long, and every choice leaves a bruise he already knows by name. He keeps balancing on that split line, and the fall feels just one bad step away.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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