there's an empty space...

Sometimes we say
a lot of of times we don't...

Sometimes we wish outloud,
dreaming it could...hoping it should.

And a lot of time we just wake up lonely
with tears on our pillow
and nothing could make our sorrow go

It's that kind of day,
that kind of place where we feel we're nothing...
where we fell
we are invisible.


Maybe I am
Because there's an empty space