• This is a hollow feeling
    Eating your insides
    Peeling the celing of your house.

    The house that you built
    upon your mind
    To keep all the dreadful,
    painful, emotions inside

    To think that this might
    be your last day on this green Earth
    But you just want to play,
    sing, and dance like you did
    when you were younger
    When you were shieled and
    oblivious to the worlds cruelty.

    But now you hunger for a warm touch,
    a warm imbrace,
    a warm kiss,
    but its gone, it probably was never there.

    Now you cant feel very much
    Theres no one there to guide you
    Theres no one there to find you





    Where have all the laughs gone for a vacation?