I hear your name
as i walk down the hall
never glancing back
like i didn't hear it at all.
i walk to the place
we used to go
the place i feel safe
the only thing i truly know
i skim through my messages
stopping when i hear your voice
wondering if i made-
the right choice
i change topic when the subject becomes you
because contact with you
is a careless thing to do
I'm avoiding truth
telling myself lies
not facing the fact
that we've said our good byes
i have the power to change
this empty feeling inside
the ones i pretend aren't there
the ones i try to hide
I'm doing the right thing
i can only pray
that the hollow inside
is filled more everyday
i thought i was truly happy
i know i should be
but still i have this feeling deep down
somehow i feel...
empty
