These sad thoughts flood my head,
They drown out this smile I wear.
I think to myself;
"I know someday it will all be clear"-
Why this love had to die,
Why it hurt so bad to see you go,
Why these wounds feel,
Feel like they'll never heal.
This study of Black Holes-
Is proving pointless.
This same study of your heart-
Is getting me down,
And is getting me to the all too familier "no where"-
This same "no where" that leave us empty.
Empty handed children striving to be what we are-
Empty inside - adults who see nothing but materialism