It’s temporary
In my head I know my face
But I haven’t shown it for so long now
That I might now know how
Every day I’m someone else, someone different
But I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow I look into eyes, but I can’t tell if they’re mine
The words coming off my tongue feel like delicately polished
Practiced lines
In my head I know my face
But I haven’t shown it for so long now
That I might now know how
Every day I’m someone else, someone different
But I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow
I’m hollow. I fill the emptiness with things that aren’t real
To see if I can feel less hollow
But I know it’s only temporary.

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