I am empty & so beautiful.
I wonder about "the one"... is there such thing?
I hear a thousand voices, all telling me something different.
I see pepole fall apart; some stand up again, some do not.
I want to go back to being blissfully unaware of the truth.
I am empty & so beautiful.
I pretend it doesn't hurt as much as it really does.
I feel lost, at a fork in the road, a thousand dark paths before me.
I touch one hundred white marks that will never fade... and I regret...
I worry about thier futures, my future, my failures.
I cry to drain myself of feeling, so I can sleep at night.
I am empty & so beautiful.
I understand now that I CAN'T quit this early in life.
I say "no one ever said this was going to be easy."
I dream about a future that seems so out of reach.
I try to believe that eventually, it'll ne okay. Not perfect, just okay.
I hope that love really is all you need.
I am empty & so beautiful.