you’ve taking over my head
again,
i’m folding each memory in,
asking permission to keep it in
your
empty,
when will you love again,
empty.. is what you
are,
without the nice things you had before
so what was it to
you
were we or weren’t we?
did it come back for you?
now there you
finally see
it’s already been gone too long
i shoudn’t have pick up
the phone
i’m asking permission to pretend
that we’ve moved
on
empty,
is what you’ll find in here
empty..is you’ll see,
a
lot of things i’ve offered you
*
*
what am i to you?
was i
or wasn’t i?
so what you said was true,
did you or didn’t
you?
you’ve taking over my head again,
i’m folding each memory
in,
asking permission to keep it in your hands
empty,
when will you
love again,
empty.. is what you are,
without the nice things you had
before
was it love to you?