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Those who are empty have no feeling
I’ve been that empty before
Wishing I could talk to somebody
But no one listens to my war
Who’s going to sit through my battles?
Witnessing my wounds
Sit in a chair beside me in my room
Those who are empty have no feelings
Some turn to a friend but sometimes
All we have are walls floors and ceilings
And thoughts rolling through our heads
Sometimes a friend is not worth the feelings
Often a friend is not worth the pain
A friend is something to somebody
But a friend means nothing to me
My bodies dehydrated from losing
So many tears those who have a dream
Have no company
They don’t want to listen
To you talking about leaving
Some want you to stay in the grave
When they did not come into this
World with you when you came
If anything I have to give is
My message to live
All I have to give is
My message to…live
So live and live and live again
Live don’t die
So they will know why
You had to live
