Quinn
Empty Pages
Empty pages, empty brain, empty chest, all the same
No one's gonna know your name, if you can't cry and make it rain

Aching body, swimming head, a heart that's lost at sea
If someone came to rescue it, I doubt that it'd be me

Clouded eyes, your setting sun, decide who you will be
But there's still time to make the trek and light by which to see

Heart of golden intention will never set you free
Most ears refuse to hear the truth, most eyes refuse to see