I feel hollow.
It tears me up,
Wears me down.
I try hard,
But nothing comes in.
Where's the sorrow?
Yeah, I, I know it's hard to remember
The people we used to be.
It's hard, too,
To feel the sorrow
Even though you're right next to me.
We will see each other.
Not today, not tomorrow.
But when I, too, rest in peace.
In these hollow graves,
Many years later.
I'm not going to brood,
Not going to spoil my mood.
You may not feel my sorrow, buddy.
But it's there stored deep in me.
I'm coming back for you one day.
Do you follow?
Because it's hollow, my sorrow.
None of my friends has died, and touch-wood none will,
But I don't know where I got this idea from.
I'm just 13, by the way.