Although I’m surrounded by many There’s on phrase describing me: Empty Handed Heavy Hearted I am alone.
And if this feeling deep inside of me will last I will forever cling onto my past. Spending my days alone and cold. What we went through and the stories we told.
The distance between us feels like a cure And is saving me from my apathy. But staying away is killing me. Love was always a promise that the world gave to me. Yet right now I’d rather choose my own demise Instead of proving empty pledges. Loneliness, emptiness. My thoughts are drifting like a ship Never supposed to find its way back home.
Although we’re surrounded by many There is on phrase describing us: Empty Handed Heavy Hearted We are alone.