Without you I’m empty Like a music box without music I like a mirror without reflection Like a web without a spider Like a year without months
Without you I’m empty Like nights without stars Like rainy days without rain bows Like a child without enthusiasm Like a novel without words.
Without you I’m empty Like a woman without a child Like a mournful widow Like love without connection Like a fading connection.
Without you I’m empty Like today never facing tomorrow Like a butterfly having no wings to soar Like a flower failing to blossom into a rose Like a crippled athlete incapable of moving Like a teenager not being able to fall in love
Without you I will die, And never cease from a cry This heart has eyes It can never mischief with a lie It can never close its blinds and be blinded
Without you I’m empty. Like a page less book Like a featherless fowl pouncing there about Like a hapless destiny pampering sadness Like a distinct hallow wall Like a man’s most prestige past, but his inability to remember anything at all.