It was one and the same.
He couldn’t tell the difference between the two.
It was a blurred line.
She doesn’t want to cross the line, but she can’t see the difference.
No one wanted one.
But they couldn’t be able to resist them both.
There is such a thin line there,
And I can’t tell the difference between the two.
A warrior knows the two words well,
But who’s to say he knows which one will be his death.
In the end it’s all the same, the only difference is the mask it wears.