I used to fill that empty hole
but now I'm barely needed.
Feels like someone came and stole
the one thing that's kept me breathing.
I hate to make this all about me
but I am who I am.
All I want is for the feeling to leave
I'm treading on broken land.
My feelings hurt from inside out
but it's no one's fault but my own.
I don't know what this is about
you made me feel at home.
Now sometimes I'm like a stranger
when I can't express.
My sadness turns into anger
I'm sorry, I digress.
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