There are many rooms empty,
Empty in my broken heart,
I can’t seem to fill them up,
Only with hate that’s tears me apart,
I don’t think I care,
If it’s slowly killing me,
I don’t really mind the pain,
Its somewhat thrilling to see,
Yet I don’t know which one is true,
Which one to believe,
Which one to kill,
I can’t make the pain leave,
I once was afraid,
Now I’m in hiding,
Keeping it all inside and locked away,
Awaiting the timing. |