Empitness is what I feel when I hear them speak. And their words have never felt so meaningless. I need something that I can call my own. Something to fill this empty void.
And as long as I am breathing. As long as I can hear my heart beat. I'll overcome their unbeliefs. And when the road ends what will you find when you're looking back?
What will you see, when your're looking back? And when you ask yourself if this was wight, what will you answer? Will your answer fill your restless mind with comfort?
And as long as I am breathing. As long as I can hear my heart beat. I'll overcome their unbeliefs. I will create my own stories, and sing my own song.