A scarecrow
Stuffing stolen by thieving crows
We are hollow, we are hollow
The pain reminded that at least was still alive
But now that's gone
And now all there is aching, longing
For anything
Someone has stolen my soul
and left this lonely vessel drifting on the high seas
Nothing left of me but tumbleweed
Rolling away to a better plane
I just couldn't fly free from the chains society bound my body with
Not drugs nor heaven could fill the hole in this bleeding heart
When being you is wrong and you know you don't belong
What else matters? what is left but for me to end my suffering
We are hollow, We are hollow
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