Like an empty barrel.
The hollow reverb of a gnawing thought.
Hate your life and fight to breathe.
The echo of the past, of voices unheard.
Dry tears of regret fall to the floor
Splashing the emptiness with echoes
I return to the bitter sweet place
The reminder and the knife
Why return to this place?
The hollow reverb of a gnawing thought.
Hate your life and fight to breathe.
The echo of the past, of voices unheard.
Dry tears of regret fall to the floor
Splashing the emptiness with echoes
I return to the bitter sweet place
The reminder and the knife
Why return to this place?
Hoping to find what is lost
Searching in the emptiness
Finding only pain.
Finding only pain.
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