I'm in the start:
crossing sadness of how things just change too much.
and it's all empty;
yeah, it's all empty.
believe me, it's just too hard
between the need to stop and change everything; words that won't come out.
and it's my fault
it'll never be enough; and it has always been this way.
I'm just too close to lose the day.
and it's all empty;
yeah, it's all
empty.

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