Hollow

I’m plucking the strings, even though I should be pulling them…

I’m living in a hollow,
trying to spread my wings and learn how to fly.
Whispering a ‘hello’
to anybody out there, wanting to hear why I’m so alone…

I’m biting my tongue just like I’m biding my time.
Listening to music while composing my life.
And I’m wondering why with everything in reach
no one’s really able to reach out to me

I’m living in a hollow,
trying to spread my wings and learn how to fly.
Whispering a ‘hello’
to anybody out there, wanting to hear why

I don’t like going on solo,
‘cause solo makes me go so low.
Instead, I think of places to go
for me to call a home and lay my head.

I’m plucking the strings, even though I should be pulling ‘em
Gaining back control over this life that I am living in
If I’m not clinging to the music, I’ll be clinging to my succulents
Just like they’re trying to survive, I’m struggling to be independent
Yeah, just like they need water, I need attention every now and then

I’m living in a hollow…

Watching movies and news, but it all seems so far away
And I love you, but I do not hear what I want you to say
If that is what it takes to feel okay, then I think I’d rather stay…

Stay inside my hollow,
though I try to spread my wings and learn how to fly.
Whispering a ‘hello’
to anybody out there wanting to hear why I am alone…

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