[u]Empty[/u]

Is it really half full?
or empty as I see it?
Or perhaps its only me
who's chewing on the bit.

Who else would tug
on the reins of life for me
When everything just feels
like its always been empty.

When will I understand,
that the heart is a black hole,
And once you're off the drug,
theres nothing to be told.

Pase lo que pasa,
I'l be here till the end,
and if that doesn't happen,
The glass will empty stand.