To Die For
Hollow Heart

Memories of you
Haunt me every day
A never healing wound
And nothing left to say
I die a litte every day, I die a little anyway
For the memories, for hell inside of me

No true emotions
No true regrets
No true devotion can live off bitterness
My hollow inside
My hollow heart
My restless soul is longing to depart

Come surround me with your grace
Wash away my deep disgrace
Take me into your sweet embrace
Where I can live in sin
I die a little anyway, I die a little every day
For the memories, for hell inside of me
No true emotions in my hollow heart


Mirror lyrics:

No true emotions in my hollow heart
For the memories, for hell inside of me
I die a little anyway, I die a little every day
Where I can live in sin
Take me into your sweet embrace
Wash away my deep disgrace
Come surround me with your grace

My restless soul is longing to depart
My hollow heart
My hollow inside
No true devotion can live off bitterness
No true regrets
No true emotions

For the memories, for hell inside of me
I die a litte every day, I die a little anyway
And nothing left to say
A never healing wound
Haunt me every day
Memories of you


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