You think there are hollows, but it's really just you.
It's all in the mind, it's all in the mind.
When it's all in the mind, keep it in. It's time to move on and stop on the outlets, that was reason enough for flipping the coin wasn't it?
White ink, scabbing, healing and filled with uncertainty, what do the words mean now?
Now healed, tarnished and waiting for the choices in tandem.
The end is there, but blurred, the choice seems clear but it wasn't taken,
the time just isn't right.