Empty.
Wandering within myself, I roam the empty halls.
Give, give, I want to give - thought, idea, knowledge, heart,
but they lose themselves within this vast space inside me.
Force the fervent beings of my core to free themselves and show the world,
my loves, who I am.
Past the humor, past the fun, into the depths of somewhat dark and gloomy patterns that
Give, give, I want to give - thought, idea, knowledge, heart,
but they lose themselves within this vast space inside me.
Force the fervent beings of my core to free themselves and show the world,
my loves, who I am.
Past the humor, past the fun, into the depths of somewhat dark and gloomy patterns that
repeat
repeat
repeat themselves,
creating a vibrant, furious piece of my soul.
Will you hate me?
Will you be scared?
I am.
The emptiness is so heavy, it weighs me down, paralyzing me.
On one end, I sit with the ease of positivity, the carefree choices that have no real meaning,
that give no real life.
creating a vibrant, furious piece of my soul.
Will you hate me?
Will you be scared?
I am.
The emptiness is so heavy, it weighs me down, paralyzing me.
On one end, I sit with the ease of positivity, the carefree choices that have no real meaning,
that give no real life.
These simple moves, these unimportant choices, make up the me you see.
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