• Empty
    Hollowed out
    Whenever I'm in doubt
    I open up the box inside my head
    My heart filling up with dread
    Why can't I just fall asleep instead?
    Inside my head you still linger
    Gesturing me towards with your finger
    Pulling me into a dark spiral
    My mind trying to compile the mess
    I know I am forever in distress
    Depression is a cruel mistress
    In the end I'm empty
    Hollowed out
    I have thoughts a plenty
    Dreams gone by pleasantly
    But in the end
    I'm empty