All the things

Circling ‘round

Sad things, bad things,

things I need to hide

How can none of them defeat

the emptiness inside?

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When I look into my soul

all that comes to meet my eye

is darkness

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The fires hell

And Heaven’s light

dark things, light things

bottled up to hide

How can none of them defeat

the emptiness inside?

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When I look into my soul

all that comes to meet my eye

is despair

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The searing pain

The soothing touch

Sharp things and soft

everything to hide

How can none of them defeat

the emptiness inside?

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When I look into my soul

all that comes to meet my eye

is death

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all that comes to meet my eye

is inside