Incomplete

Empty heart, empty thoughts,
Empty me, broken cords,
Crossroads here, I'm nowhere,
Life's never just and fair.
It's me who thinks there is blossom down the lane,
It's me who believes it can be,
And all over again, life kisses the pain,
I try to ignore it, but in vain.
Incomplete is my story,
Incomplete is me,
And the broken pieces have to come together,
Then I won't look back, never ever!