VOID My life is empty No laughter lies here Just pain and misery And plenty of tears Happiness is a word Sorry is its friend I wonder when my sorrow will end What do I do to find blue skies?
When will it ever end? When will my skin become my friend? Oh enemy of mine, please be fair And make me feel fine We are supposed to be one you and I When will this anguish ever cease? When will i stop shedding my fleece?
I am a prisoner of myself, Things i want to do, are left on the shelf, Things in life i must miss, Parts the sun cannot kiss. It is a curse, some people say