All that's left
I'm a stranger in my mind,I'm a foreigner in my world.
I can't feel the winter wind
or the morning coming again.
I'm a stranger in my mind,
I'm a foreigner in my world.
I can't feel summer turning to spring
or the the things we shared anymore.
Dead inside this world,
dead inside myself.
All that's left
is the emptiness that follows your words.
All the words we said
all the time we spend
doesn't mean nothing
doesn't mean something.
Dead inside,
empty inside.
posted by Fil @ 19:34
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