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Hollow, sick of being used.
But please don't split my heart in two,
Slipping, stilled, swirling, sinking,
I don't know what the hell I was thinking.
The unknown can't be felt,
My actions can't be helped,
My youth feels fake, my body aches,
I keep on repeating the same old mistakes.
Collapsed, a useless heap on the floor,
Pitiful, I come back for more,
My broken body just won't behave,
An empty cave that craves and craves.
How do I know what is real?
How do I know how I feel?
Hollow, sick of being used,
Every day now, I am abused.
I'm so used to this manipulation,
Freedom is a greedy sensation,
The mind wanders, drifting to and fro,
I think I have to let you go.
The silence screams louder than I've ever known,
I've lost myself on the way back home,
I don't much like what you've turned me into,
I'm sorry, honey, but we're through.