I smell something in the air
It feels like a superstition
For I cannot prepare
For the pounding reminisce
It tosses through the longest nights
And I can'r put up a fight
At least not anymore
Because you're gone

Since you've been gone
I can only find the wind
It blows through me like a hollow shell
Nothing is here, it used to be within
But when there's nothing inside
If I never love
Will I ever cry?