It was summer (June) and I felt empty again. I wasn't sad, there was just something missing or a lot missing, can't really tell the size of the void.
I'm sure your love wouldn't fill it. That, I know.
It's like a missing passion, like a steady volcano that once erupted and now keeps still, it's like an un-blown hornet laying on the floor gathering dust.
Just useless space that once was used.