HoT

Verse

I keep a glass on the table, filled right to the middle line

Some days it looks like mercy, some days it tastes like fire

Flip a coin in the silence, let the metal choose the frame

Heads I walk in the daylight, tails I burn in the flame

Bridge

Trusting in myself, making my own luck,

But every choice I make is a loaded toss-up.

Heads I’m holding steady, keeping faith enough,

Tails I’m sipping shadows just to fill my own cup.

Chorus

Half full, half empty

I’m both the hope and the envy

One heart, split gently

Harvey Dent and the shadow in me

Verse

I used to see the world in clean-cut right and wrong

Now every choice I make feels like a loaded coin toss

Smile on the left side, scars on the right

Two stories fighting underneath the same spotlight

Bridge

Trusting in myself, making my own luck,

But some days I’m the hero, some days I come undone.

Half of me is rising, half of me is stuck,

Living in the balance of the damage and the love.

Chorus

Glass half full, glass half cracked

One step forward, one step snapped

I’m the hero and the threat you see

Two‑Face staring back at me

Verse

I pour the water slow, watch the line rise up

Trying to decide if I’m enough or too much

There’s a whisper saying “hold on,” another saying “break”

Two voices in the mirror arguing what I should take

bridge

Trusting in myself, making my own luck,

But the coin keeps spinning when the pressure cuts.

One side justice, one side corrupt,

I’m the verdict and the sentence when the line erupts.

Chorus

Half full when I’m steady

Half empty when I’m breaking

I’m Harvey and the monster

Both the healing and the aching