You are not the one.
Me and you, we make no sense.

But.

For my wasted hollowed heart, you are the only one.

I have these masses of hollow spaces inside of my chest,
and I don't mean to get my hopes up, but I want to believe,
that you are trying to do some good. But meanwhile,
I am ******* air into this body;
I can't feel my lungs,
and I realize,
that I don't want any of it.

A utopia where love is uncertain
Things don't look any better today
Unable to go back
Unable to keep up this deception the way I hoped
Slowly lapsing in depravity
I hardly realize what has already become rotten
Now I'm nothing
but an empty shell built of lies

My thoughts are on a merry go round,
churning my mind in perpetual cycles
till it has been named chaos.

A certain memory rings in my ear,
deafening out the world;
as it climbs and slithers down my spine
echoing through the hollow shell I've become.

I'm searching for a genie at the bottom of every bottle.
But three wishes will only last a little while.
So I'll just sit and sip on my own sorrow,
But you know I'm still going to try again tomorrow.

I'm searching for some rhyme or reason,
Why I'm still here in this mental prison.
Maybe so I'm forced into self-reflection.
But you know I'm stuck in this misdirection.

I'm searching for a mountain at sea level.
Hardly a man and more of a scarecrow.
I look like a person but I'm **** near hollow.
But you know you're a mountain and I'm just a pebble.

While I reached for the stars,
I neglected the flowers.
In my dream to conquer,
I left everything that was dear.

I finally understood.

By the waves,
That brushed against the shore.
By the sunshine,
That gave life to plants.

Hollow aspirations
Held no value to this cycle.