Matthew English (4/2/1995 / Kent; The Garden of England)
Feeling empty inside,
dont know how or why,
but this feeling inside.
Confuse loneliness with compassion, or
compassion with loneliness.
Overdose on pills or stimulants,
re-reading your messages, to
decipher the real meaning behind each word.
Initiative or madness,
comparing life to its worth.
Is all this a melody to a 70s pop song
or will love tear us apart again.
For this tears my heart, my mind to shreds.
Leaving this emptiness inside my head.
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