this empty me
Open a dusty childhood page Lost myself in this cage Eight-year-old round the bend Notebook was her only friend Never sought a passing glance Never needed anyone’s dance City noise took my peace Now the innocence must cease Little me, are you hurting? The world kept on turning Left you alone in dark Life just left its mark Nothing but a simple pen Wish I was happier again Flip to age number ten Headphones on, dancing then Empty yard, heavy rain Could not wash our pain Footsteps traced in the mud Heaven running in our blood Wonder faded into fear How’d we get here, my dear? Childhood ghost, wake me up Pour life back in my cup Save us both from the dark Hold you tight, leave a spark Hold you tight from the dust From the things I cannot trust From this hollowed-out space From this empty, ghost face This empty me Just empty me.
