Who was loving her then
Way back when
Those were the days of praise
In so many ways
Filled with many tears
Those hollow years
Loved by no one so she loved herself
Short of breath from time to time
Change the chimes
That is a day to claim your mind
In the nick of time
Filled with many fears
Those hollow years
Sung to by no one so she sang to herself
La, la,la, la, la
Giving life no chance to live
It's get or give
Oh, well those were the days of guilt and shame
In a constant game
Filled with many ears
Those hollow years
Gave into everything but she took from herlsef
So what does she do now?
How to "how"
These are the days of waitress trays
In a lovely haze
Filled with fewer cheers
These hollow years
Is lead by no one so she follows herself