Vacuous, hollow, empty, and filled with sorrow,
and with only tears to give,
you do not look as if you want to live,
and I do not think that you want to see tomorrow,
and you are missing your heart or so it seems,
and you seem to be, empty of dreams,
and as cold as the snows, that have built up around here,
and so, erased of cheer, and filled with bitterness.
Oh, how painful to see you looking so lifeless,
and to see you despise anyone who seems happy,
and to see you seemingly not care at all,
despite having the best family and friends,
around you that you could have,
there is something troubling you so deep inside you,
and I wish I could figure out what it is,
but the vacuous, the hollowness,
and the emptiness, what gives, what gives?
For you did not used to be this way,
and it is such a shame,
because I knew you once long ago,
and you have totally changed,
you have totally changed,
and I wish you were you again,
the you that you used to be,
because, what a terrible sight it is to see,
what a terrible sight it is to see you,
as miserable as can be,
as miserable as can be.
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