Empty hearts, troubled minds.

Stagnant thoughts,waisted time.

Our generation living by

whats mine is yours, whats yours is mine

There is no love. There is no trust.

Just empty words and sinful lust.

Unspoken words make troubled minds

and stagnant thoughts and waisted time.

Those empty words they fill me up

I come to you an empty cup

and when I'm filled and had enough

I feel no love there is no trust.

A faceted abandomed shell

with honest eyes and dreams to sell.

I bargained good and bid farewell

to dream of lips soon lies would tell.