The inside of my heart is hollow at times
Another minute ticks and the emptiness recedes
And in another moment, all anguish simply goes
Just like the toy of yo-yo, emotions take me over.
And as the storms come and go, confusion seems to grow.
'Cause nothing is concrete or black and white as I wish.
And thus, it must logically follow,
Nothing is profound or hollow.
It's all a made-up version of inner child's torsion.
Because the driver of all action
Is in need for love and compassion.
Because my one greatest need
Is to be and feel complete.
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