An empty glass sitting on the table
An empty matchbox with a burnt out candle
The empty paper for that forgotten essay
The empty cabinet, the cutlery's astray
That empty fridge, nothing to eat
That empty wallet, nothing is free
Your empty heart, no love to spare
Your empty eyes, your cold, dead stare
Broken life, your modus vivendi
Living is lonely, living is empty
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 1:23 PM UTC
An empty glass sitting on the table
An empty matchbox with a burnt out candle
The empty paper for that forgotten essay
The empty cabinet, the cutlery's astray
That empty fridge, nothing to eat
That empty wallet, nothing is free
Your empty heart, no love to spare
Your empty eyes, your cold, dead stare
Broken life, your modus vivendi
Living is lonely, living is empty
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