Nights Like These

It’s nights like these that I wander the streets And thing, am I worth As much to you as You mean to me. It’s nights like these that I ask, what am I doing And I answer myself Existing, but existence Is fleeting and without Inherent meaning. It’s nights like these That I wonder why Are we together if We don’t feel the same Does your "I love you" Still ring true? It’s nights like these That I answer my self No, our love is hollow But without it I too am hollow. It’s nights like these That I wonder Is it so bad To be a hollow man. Am I a man without What beats within? Am I a person Without something inside? Do I exist if no one Can see me? It’s nights like these That I realize life Is nothing but a show Full of actors and hollow men. And I realize I am the most hollow Of the hollow men. A puppet without A master to pull The strings and Make me move. It’s nights like these I realize a hollow man Can shed no tears