The Hollow Life

The wind.
The wind that blows.
On my skin, and when my life just began!

When i cry, i die inside.
When i lie, it brings the world by my side!

To stay true, you got to not be you!
To be evil, you got to be believed!

The longs years,
Are now to short, and no life to live on in the spirit~

No memories, no sun, only a tree!
When i died, i died with love, hope, freedom, memories, and even life!

I try to keep my feet on the ground!
But they never get there,
I now know that i'm not real, i know i'm dead for real!

The only thing i have is my hollow tree,
Which in the end,
makes me a hollow me..