Emptiness.
who’s the real me
is it what the world sees
or the person that’s hidden
existing in dreams
who’s the real me
i can’t tell anymore
is it who i am now
or who i was before
this emptiness is killing
eating like a cancer
searching for a clue
a sign pointing to the answer
who’s the real me
try to fill the void
fill it up with insignificance
but the truth can’t be avoided
the truth that i’m an empty ship
adrift on an endless sea
a sea who’s tides pull back and forth
dark waters with no mercy
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