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