My words, like me, have grown empty of meaning.
No rhythm, no depth, no feeling
My words, like me, have become boring and plain.
No spice, no depth, no pain.
My words, like me, are now nothing more than ordinary.
I'm empty, I'm boring,
I'm tired of being me.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
My words, like me, have grown empty of meaning.
No rhythm, no depth, no feeling
My words, like me, have become boring and plain.
No spice, no depth, no pain.
My words, like me, are now nothing more than ordinary.
I'm empty, I'm boring,
I'm tired of being me.
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