There is a hole inside me I cannot fill
There is a void, a window if you will,
It is the absence of joy and pain
It is the stillness, a black and white stain,
Created by the passage of time
Created by the holes that you find,
In your heart from a sneak attack!
By someone who should of had your back
By someone who shoot you in the back,
I try in fact to patch this hole
I try but lack the tactics to meet this goal!
So I grow cold
So I grow old,
With this hole
In my soul!