|There's a hollowness in how I see.
My life goes on all around,
seemingly passing me by.
I don't know who I want to be.
I have a mute placed on my soul.
My love pours out to others,
but what they reflect in reply:
just a shadow from the mute's toll.
My thoughts are constantly depraved;
"this is how I should be."
It constantly makes me sigh
and worry how I might be saved.