Emptiness

Does it really care what hour of the day it is....
Just pops up in my mind....
the feeling of loneliness
No matter i am circled with lives
or.... living a dead life
The only reason for a heart to beat was
for just  love and to Caress
doesn't really matter what hour of my day it is...


Strong and concrete is an illusion for you...
Beneath there is weakness and all broken is what true
Yearning to get a life.... to mend the cracks...
to fill the gaps, to get out of emptiness
the feeling of loneliness
doesn't really matter what hour of my day it is....


the loud buzz around suppresses my pain
Sometimes leaves no choice but to cry in vain
I break in front of few and smile with some again...
its a gift that you've given me it will remain
for a lifetime with me, pushing me to emptiness
the feeling of loneliness
doesn't really matter what hour of my day it is....