Stand alone,
In this lonely complex,
Where love is only a game,
A hollow game,
One that kills,
As the ground from beneath,
Crumbles away into dust

Where's the emotion,
The love,
Even the hate
The greed,
Oh the greed,
To want it all,
Good grief

This heart is so hollow,
The feelings,
Long since drained,
Into that lonely place,
One where the tears ceased falling,
Not because it was now better,
But because they no longer existed,
The tears ran out into the dryness,
Leaving that hollow feeling,
Which cannot be healed