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every day my bed is a little emptier
i can't stand the loneliness any longer
theres nothing to hold on to
music is my loving symphony
it doesn't care that i'm having an affair with my dreams
i only pour into what pours into me
and thats not much
but its gotten me this far
still, it silently depleted me
it gets harder to love nothing every night
if only nothing could love me back
and why can't you be nothing sometimes
or my music and dreams be something
'cas nothing can help me now
and though i've tasted sweet substance
and only held it for 30 minutes or so
now my soul is dead without it
but how could i possibly expect you to love me
if its hard enough for me to love me

the day has withered my senses away
i really should wait until dark again