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I may be hollow, but I've had my fill,
Of vile love that wasn't enough.
And in the morning when I'm hollow still,
There won't be any room for us.

I have the same attitude as my mother,
I think I'll deal with it all alone.
It may be sweet to share a bed with another,
But not when you're ******** with my head,
This whirlwind of uncertainty has got to come to an end.

I wanna love you, but its just asking too much.
I'm just unable to get past this hatred.
But I try yet it's not enough.
And there isn't any room for us.

This itching sense of jealousy,
Its suffocating me.
And I just cant deal with this any more than I can look at you.
Its such a shame to be,
Doubled up inside; I've lost everything that I've tried to hide.

But it's okay so long as youre happy.
And I know thats just a Terrible Lie.