I look into eyes, but I can’t tell if they’re mine The words coming off my tongue feel like delicately polished Practiced lines
In my head I know my face But I haven’t shown it for so long now That I might now know how Every day I’m someone else, someone different But I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow
I’m hollow. I fill the emptiness with things that aren’t real To see if I can feel less hollow But I know it’s only temporary. It’s temporary
In my head I know my face But I haven’t shown it for so long now That I might now know how Every day I’m someone else, someone different But I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow
