I've been talking to the void
And it never answers back
But I guess I'm used to it
I thought that you were the void
You're not the abyss you believe
you hold within
The void spreads like a disease
From him to you
From you to me
From me to her
Until we're all left to wonder
"Why? Why did you leave such depths
Inside my chest, such blanks inside my mind?"
It does not feel warm anymore.
Would an answer fill the void?
