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Empty As Usual

Once again, I am feeling empty Try to feel me…try to mess with me… I dare you to, baby…do it majestically I don’t want to feel empty no more, but eventually, I will always numb the pain of emptiness as usual… Emptiness as usual God will mend my scars by faith fuels And yours as well as all vital individuals So, please have no fear Have no fear, have no fear Be of confident cheer Don’t shed a single tear Shed nice and wondrous happiness for years Our energetic eagerness spreads ears to ears It’s so casual and sane to be like you, yet I’m scared to do so too I’m unprepared to face it out there… It looks as if you’re in the brink of caring for me, something’s new… Let me tear down your walls of faithless flair Use my faithful flair, For I like to share And I happen to care For you, not just a hair… More than you think and do I will remain in love with you In love with you, baby, so true, You’re my sky of baby-blue You’re my sea of ecstasy too Something’s beyond the bar of a billion stars – our positively passionate and efficient cars Love, healing is near…your cure will dismiss your past scars and help you defeat silent wars Worry not, companion of hardly-any-clues Darling, worry not and stop singing your blues Out there on my own terms I caught the love flu just by mere sight and it’s fairly neat with elegance oh so gracious I roam around like a special earthworm And this time, it won’t be a nightmare or permanent sand-prints of a guilty conscience You gave me gladness germs Now, I’m contaminated with your polluted, death-drenched mindset I got infected instantly by your indignation; it made me somewhat upset

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