There is an empty place where my heart should be
A hollow inside no one else can see
I spend my nights all alone
Crying inside is a constant drone
I find it hard to express how it feels
To people who are as slimy as eels
I feel lost in this place I once knew so well
The loneliness inside no words could ever tell
I feel like my world is all a big waste
Leaving behind a stale aftertaste
A life like this is not one that I want
I can't keep this up my spirit feels gaunt
Sometimes I wish that I would just die
But I know if I did it would make my mother cry
And no amount of vodka or gin
Can make me forget that I just cannot win
There is nothing I know that can take me away
No matter how far I go I'll still have to pay
So I'll drown in my room filled with pillows and fluff
But we both know it'll never be enough
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