Alone again, the quiet descends, br A quiet within where feelings once bloomed, br A garden untended for years upon end, br Weeds have set in, destroyed, consumed. br br I feel hollow, br I feel hollow, br I feel hollow, br I feel hollow, br Yeah. br br Anger burns low, br Smiles are brittle, br Laughter is slow, br Feeling turns fickle, br Love turns to loss, br Loss that is empty, br Shifting like dust, br The chasm within me. br br I feel hollow, br I feel hollow, br I feel hollow, br I feel hollow, br Yeah. br br I feel hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow… br br Standing on the edge looking into the abyss, br Screaming my name until words seem slack, br Awaiting a response but something is amiss, br All I hear are the echoes, reverberating back.