Empty Shell
Feels like an empty shell with scars all over me…
Drawn in bitter sea, the wounds are opened and I feast with pain…
Wounded and so empty…
But, this is not the end, my friend…
I know I might not be that strong but I just won’t give up and die…
You might point your finger and laugh at me…
Later you will see the strength inside of me…
So long and good night…
I sing my lulaby and keep dive…
Till the time comes…
Till the time comes…
