Hollow

G#m

G#m    E          G#m   A
I look into eyes, but I can’t tell if they’re mine.
G#m                     E                G#m
The words coming off my tongue feel like delicately polished,
E               A
practiced lines.

A                    E
In my head I know my face,
              G#m             A
but I haven’t shown it for so long now,
                 E    G#m
that I might now know how.
A         E
Every day I’m someone else, someone different,
A                                E                     G#m A G#m A
but I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow.

G#m E G#m A

A      E    A          B              A           E
I’m hollow. I fill the emptiness with things that aren’t real,
   E            B         E
to see if I can feel less hollow,
A     G#m            A
but I know it’s only temporary. It’s temporary.

A                    E
In my head I know my face,
              G#m             A
but I haven’t shown it for so long now,
                 E    G#m
that I might now know how.
A         E
Every day I’m someone else, someone different,
A                                E                     G#m A G#m A
but I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow.

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