TWO HALVES [Verse 1] Two broken halves in my hands, everything we had is shattered. Our trust, our dreams, the future we imagined, our hearts falling apart right before our eyes. Now I’m standing here with two pieces, feeling something disappear. Trying to put them back together, but they’ll never be the same as they were before. There’s a crack running too deep, a wound too wide to close. No matter how hard I try, I can’t turn us back to the way we were before. [Pre-Chorus] Tears keep falling like the rain, sometimes they suddenly stop. Then they come rushing back again, and I can’t make them disappear. And all I can think about is everything we lost along the way, all the things we couldn’t save, all the pieces left behind. [Chorus] Two halves in my hands, two hearts that couldn’t stay whole. I’m trying to put us back together, but there’s nowhere left to go. We were love, we were laughter, we were everything I dreamed. Now I’m holding broken pieces of the life we used to be. Two halves in my hands, and I don’t know how to make them one. Some things can’t be undone, some damage can’t be healed. And I’m still trying to understand how we became two hearts instead of one. [Verse 2] It feels like I woke up inside a dream that disappeared. It started with love and happiness, the most beautiful thing I’d ever known. But somehow it ended in a place I never thought we’d reach. Our laughter, our silly jokes, the memories we made together are still living somewhere inside me. Sometimes I smile when I remember, sometimes I don’t understand how something that felt so beautiful could slip right through our hands. [Bridge] When a heart breaks in two, you don’t know how to make it whole. You can hold every memory, but you can’t rewrite the past. I wish I could undo everything that hurt us so deeply. I wish love could be enough to bring back what we lost. [Final Chorus] Two halves in my hands, two hearts that couldn’t stay whole. I’m trying to put us back together, but there’s nowhere left to go. We were love, we were laughter, we were everything I dreamed. Now I’m holding broken pieces of the life we used to be. Two halves in my hands, and I’m still holding on somehow. To the memories, to the laughter, to the love we had back then. But some cracks run too deep, some wounds take too long to heal. And I’m left with two broken halves trying to remember how we used to feel. [Outro] Two halves in my hands… and one heart that still remembers. Two halves in my hands… but we’ll never be the same.
