Feeling empty is nothing new, I felt this way long before
The storm is gray I’m alone, all by my self
There is no one in my life, no one knocking on my door
Nobody to call my own or my forever more.
You come into this world alone and you leave alone
Empty is what I feel inside
Nobody to cuddle with nobody to sleep next to.
Hating Valentines Day wait that’s just another stupid day
Wishing I could be a part of a half, becoming a whole.
Empty is how I feel.
Empty By Lana Poulson