i have a hole inside of me
how could it have happened so
dreamers die tragic deaths but
never in life do they sorrow
perhaps a joke, i feign to be
sadness to reap from madness to sow
i know it's stupid, i know
to wish for all that anyhow
i feel the fervor not, tonight
a bit of anger. a bit of spite.
no trace of blissful delight
what do i want to fight?
