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Empty.

That's the word I'm looking for

My heart feels like an empty house

Waiting for you to come home

My vocabulary is in a daze

Feeling my fear sink in

Watching you drive away

Your brake lights are what I always get from you

Seeing that chance fly away from me

Never know when it's gonna happen again

The time I get to see you

There are choices I don't take

Having so much to say

Yet it's not the right time

Times flies so fast for me

So there's never a right time for me

Feeling the chicken inside me

growing stronger

This regret is taking over me

I wish my hands had a different mind to them

So I could get a hold of you

Instead.. things are still the same

What I'm trying to do can't be done

Circumstances, circumstances, circumstances

Free me from this empty house,

I plead silently



Empty.

That's the word.