Hello emptiness my old friend , so you decided to wake me up at 2am.
Waking up to the same taste of loneliness.
Seated at the center of a corner.
Measuring the metres of a cent.
He is trying to make sense of his broken heart
Hit by tsunamis of emoitions.
Love was a Kamikaze
Picking up the pieces of his heart but she went with most of them

He shows he is hurt.
He can't contain the pain.
She says it's show off , he is painting her malicious.
It's not about her , he...