Nothing at all
I don't think I can stop these teardrops
I try to hold them back
But they want to fall
I don't feel loved, I feel alone
I am becoming nothing
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
I don't think I can stop these teardrops
I try to hold them back
But they want to fall
I don't feel loved, I feel alone
I am becoming nothing
Nothing at all
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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