What do you do with the empty space
When your memory starts to forget their face
The lights gone out for the very last time
And now you must lose what is left in your mind
The permanent ache with a smidgen of frost
That reminds you of all of the things you have lost
What do you do with the place you called home?
When everything's empty and you're so alone
Existence so quickly escapes from our view
And parts of us wish that we'd follow too
Follow to wherever gone things go
And then all that's left is hollow
