A bottle of emptyness, filled with tears
A besket of nothing, filled with fears
A bottle of emptyness, turns into dust
A besket of nothing, became into lost
Sometimes i fill the bottle, with big heavy stones
Sometimes i fill the basket, with white broken bones
Sometimes the bottle, is falling apart
Sometimes the basket, is shot by a dart
The bottle is big, but it got a rift
The basket is strong, but to easy to ligt
But who would know, this were a thing
Fragile and painfull, tied up with a string
All of this, is just one part
It's just something in me, i call my heart