Hollow - Turnover

I look into eyes, but I can’t tell if they’re mine

The words coming off my tongue feel like delicately polished

Practiced lines

In my head I know my face

But I haven’t shown it for so long now

That I might now know how

Every day I’m someone else, someone different

But I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow

I’m hollow.

I fill the emptiness with things that aren’t real

To see if I can feel less hollow

But I know it’s only temporary.

It’s temporary

In my head I know my face

But I haven’t shown it for so long now

That I might now know how

Every day I’m someone else, someone different

But I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow