all these paths lead to the same place
all these empty gazes lead to the same thoughts
and when i'm fighting for you,
you'll be laying back, watching with green eyes
i've been trying to be everything you need and more
and i'm feeling so ******* empty and hollowed out to the core
because no matter how much i give, i will never receive half the worth

my fingers race along the keys without second thoughts
but empty words that don't mean **** to either of us
i can't make art the way i used to, no
art made me me this way
so hard to let go

i used to spend days on end just writing words
for someone to read and cry over
but no one would or could,
they're emptier than my soul left alone

but they were all i had,
a thousand billion words i had already said in my head
a million trillion times prior to
the page unfurling to the pen

i'm sick of these one sided games
where i'm always left out from myself,
watching two lovers caress each other
from the outside in
but did they feel a thing at all?