Planned Dilemma - Hollow Lyrics

Dump me in your dispensable grave
Of faces that don't matter and hearts that can't feel
And glass that never shatters
A touch that isn't real

Hold me in your broken arms
And kiss me with bleeding lips
And dare me to bare my body, my soul
To this hollowness

I'm hollow
I'm hollow

But, what if hell had a thing for hail
What if blood never stained
And scars just split and crawled across your skin
What if you had just f*ckin let me in

But, what if hell had a thing for hail
What if blood never stained
And scars just split and crawled across your skin
What if you had just f*ckin let me in

I'm hollow
I'm hollow

Hollow, like the knife at my wrist
Hollow, like a frame you can't twist
Hollow, like metal but not steel
Hollow, like the way you make me feel

Hollow, like the knife at my wrist
Hollow, like a frame you can't twist
Hollow, like metal but not steel
Hollow, like the way you make me feel

I'm hollow
I'm hollow
I'm hollow
I'm hollow