My life is void of optimism br I have become empty br At times br you can see can see Sadness quietly, curled up in a ball, in the corner br At other times br Anger rages through, ripping trees out br from their roots br br Such a long, tedious process br Trying to fool yourself br In thinking I could fill this emptiness br But instead br It leaves a more vast hollowness br br So here I monotonously continue on br What else can I do? br Hope is so foolish br Yet at the end of each day br I close my eyes br and wish this to be the last time I have to close thembr br Judy Jonesbr br