Alone again, the quiet descends,
A quiet within where feelings once bloomed,
A garden untended for years upon end,
Weeds have set in, destroyed, consumed.
I feel hollow,
I feel hollow,
I feel hollow,
I feel hollow,
Yeah.
Anger burns low,
Smiles are brittle,
Laughter is slow,
Feeling turns fickle,
Love turns to loss,
Loss that is empty,
Shifting like dust,
The chasm within me.
I feel hollow,
I feel hollow,
I feel hollow,
I feel hollow,
Yeah.
I feel hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow…
Standing on the edge looking into the abyss,
Screaming my name until words seem slack,
Awaiting a response but something is amiss,
All I hear are the echoes, reverberating back.
I feel hollow,
I feel hollow,
I feel hollow,
I feel hollow,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…
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