I wanna use the words you wrote
To describe how I feel.
So ******* empty.
Useless.
Depeche Mode is relevant.
I'm a bursting baloon
Helium.
Read between the lines.
You'll never find
The answers that define me.
My definition is lost.
I'm floating in space.
Never found
No trace
Resistance of everything
With a ******* straight face.
We own the sky.
Created from stardust,
Time goes by.
And by.
This is goodbye.
This is goodbye.