Silhouettes, pour on to lonely streets, a lapse of light at the cities feet, hiding the nameless, starving the happiness that grows inside these walls.
A life, feeling neglect, a heart, no longer connects.
Empty is home for me, careless faces are all i see, growing weaker, through each day of the hell i live, misery.
Empty is home for me, i'm drowning in this shallow sea of jealousy, give me the life i wanted, the life i need.