Empty Days - Baltimore

I am a compass that never points in a direction

I am a book with no writing on the pages

I am living on the edge of a knife

I am waiting for the axe to fall

There is no beating heart in my chest

Just a weathered soul in need of rest

There is an emptiness inside

A hole I wish I could confine

So free yourself and fill the well

Do I have what it takes to feel free

Do I have another day left in me

Don’t try to save me from myself

Im an anchor weighing down everyone who tries to help

There is no beating heart in my chest

Just a weathered soul in need of rest

There is an emptiness inside

A hole I wish I could confine

So free yourself and fill the well

Take my hand and pull me

Up just forget that my head

Is still submerged so that I can never

Feel at peace

I face myself everyday to see a shadow of a person that I once had a love for

There is no beating heart in my chest

Just a weathered soul in need of rest

There is an emptiness inside

A hole I wish I could confine

So free yourself and fill the well

Fill the well