This hollow feeling that has caged me in again, This loneliness that creeps in at times, This social side of me being a human wanting to be out, This urge to let myself fly or drown, I don't know into what, and I don't know how. Like you're here but you don't want to be, like you're close to something but don't know how to see, how to feel, how to flow, like they all say but never show. Paving my way feels like a lost cause, and maybe my name has been crossed off. 'Cause sometimes I write, Sometimes I'm gone.