My eyes look out the window,
But still no sign,
Another day, no sun,
Another day in an empty room,
Emotion, a feeling stolen away by the same thing that gave it to me,
Cinderella? Fairy tales only confuse me,
Where I am, there’s no godmother watching over me,
Just emptiness, blackness, a void that can never again be filled,
I envy those who can laugh and cry,
What I’d give for a tear to drop out of these colourless eyes,
What I’d give to feel what you feel right now as you read this,
What I’d give to read a joke and tell its a joke,
And either be amused or bored,
I take a look in the mirror, I see nothing,
I wish I could hate myself, but I don’t know how to hate,
What’s wrong? Its nothing, I feel nothing.
My heart beats without a soul or a conscience,
Life means nothing to me,
Not since it stole what was special to me.
For people like me, this is where I belong,
Behind torn curtains,
As my eyes look out the window,
And yet still no sign,
Another day in Emptiness.