Texty: House Of Fools. Pour Me Out.

I, should I know what it feels like
This emptiness inside?
It becomes me
It's such a disease

Coursing throughg my veins
Erasing everything
And like the lightning in the sky
That gives light to this paradise

I'm making my mark this time
Fill me in
Make me whole again
And then pour me out
Pour me out

Again and again you win
I have to face the facts
Nothing I say ever means anything
Again and again we bend
Until we start to break

And if the sky starts to fall
Will anyone care at all?
Will anyone care at all?

Fill me in
Make me whole again
And then pour me out
Pour me out