I wanna write a song
Yet nothing comes to mind
Not a single line
Nor the simplest rhyme
Just emptiness that binds
I told you I am fine
As if you really cared
Flowers in old pot
Bloomed but now they rot
And all I do is stare
Is the next day truly next?
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Too much pain
Too much joy
These extremes feel far away
The more I live
The more my life
Flows like water down the drain
Down the drain - Emptiness that binds
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