Shallow and empty is the world Pitch black night and I am cold Shiver when the cold wind blows Hearing whispers no one knows
Thinking that the end is near Nothing new, nothing to fear Loneliness will disappear Strange new feeling will appear.
Pitch black the sky above Is this feeling really love? Will i ever feel it too; Will I ever know it's you?
Just your average goose.
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