empty pieces of us
lay scattered on the floor
i pick them up day by day
and each hour it seems there are more

i fill the holes that are us
with everything i can find
bits and pieces of me mostly
and still the gaps seems like miles

how have we become this canyon
almost impossible to cross
sitting next to each other and feeling completely alone
when did i become not enough

this hollow look in your eyes
that your seem so satisfied
i dont understand
how are you not dying inside

blurred together me and you
these lines we have crossed
and now we cant erase them
now without you ...i am lost