Why do I feel so empty inside
Why do I feel like my life is a lie
I’m tired of feeling like I’m all alone
Begging to be heard like an unanswered phone
I’m tired of constantly searching for meaning
Of getting back up after every beating
You laugh in my face and stomp on my soul
While I dig my own grave and jump in the hole
There was a point in my life when I had it all figured out
So filled with my faith that I had no room for the doubt
That maybe somehow, I was naïve
And those people who loved me would just never leave
But as it would prove, I was quite wrong
And now I’m here praying that death won’t take long
To knock on my door and cut out my heart
Ending the work you loved from the start
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