• We are meaningless people
    Living in a meaningless world
    We are ants on this rock
    Ants that aren't needed
    Meaningless covers this world
    Its covers are heart
    The closes thing to our souls
    It eats a hole in us
    A hole that makes us sad inside
    We look for something to fill it
    We look for it in others
    And others look for it in us
    But the hole gets bigger and bigger
    We ask ourselves
    How do I find happiness
    We never find true happiness
    It finds us
    So until then we hope
    And we pray
    That we can stay alive until it comes
    The thing that makes happiness
    The thing that fills the hole
    And takes away the sadness
    LOVE