I feel hollow at night
Like all that is in me is shadows
Sad, disturbed shadows
All I can do is cry and fear
Scared to go to sleep
Scared of staying up
Scared of my mind
Wishing so badly
That God will rescue me
That this liquor will numb me forever
All I ever do is cry, lie, and fear
All because I'm a hollow shell
Of the old me
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PuisiThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
