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Boys Of Fall

Empty

 

Empty


What do I say?
When the pressures always building?
When I feel I've hit my ceiling?
Is this the end?
Could we have changed?
Or was this all set in motion
From the first time we had spoken

Cause I don't feel your energy

I've lost faith, I'm in the middle
Time to get it all out
No doubt there's things that you want to say too
I can feel it in a... strange way
So bitter in such a bright place
Did I lose this or my way?
Could I find hope again? I may
But I may not
You'd rather haunt my head than my heart

I lost hope
When I lost my place
And I can't go back cause we know everything's changed
And the stares they give
Like poison in my veins
And all these better moments come and then slowly fade away

I'm begging
Please, medicate me
Help me fill the empty
Space that's slowly building up inside my head
All the noise
It's deafening
False identity
Trust this person that you see, isn't who I'm meant to be at all

I'm a little bit unwell
Always bite my tongue cause I can't tell
If you are who you say you are
I think I took it just a bit too far?
Cause, I'm living unlike myself
Eyes to the side, while I'm moving in silence
Wrong word and you're dead to me, I got
More trust in an enemy than you

I'm begging
Please, medicate me
Help me fill the empty
Space that's slowly building up inside my head
All the noise
It's deafening
False identity
Trust this person that you see, isn't who I'm meant to be at all

It gets in the spaces in my head
Loves to replay every word you said
Sometimes suffering
Feels so much better than nothing

Please, medicate me
Help me fill the empty
Space that's slowly building up inside my head
All the noise
It's deafening
False identity
Trust this person that you see, isn't who I'm meant to be at all

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