Из альбома: Rubbing Doesn't Help

Sometimes I'm so stuck
I'm never helpless
And I can hear you


Cause you are like me
We are the insects
I have a cocoon
And so do you

Sometimes I am so empty
Sometimes I am so empty

Some people
Never bother
In empty glasses
The truth is strengthened there

With conviction
Of the power
Beneath the tear stained eye

Sometimes I am so empty X8

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