Everybody has some place where they were destined to belong,
People they were meant to be with
Some find theirs while others never do
Most only find the place where their facade belongs

We, we few know where that place really is;
Those people we were supposed to be with
But some force has determined
That we shall never reach them

So we must wander over these empty, abyssal plains of life
Always searching for something that fills that empty void
Inside; but nothing ever comes close to the way it felt