Description
From Chapter 74, “Companion,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act III: Trust and Letting Go.
"If I let him see me, and he still offers a gentle touch, how will I reconcile in my bones, why I’m so bent on being alone?" That shows the quiet emptiness that sometimes lingers after heartbreak and the fragile hope that comes with opening up to love again. The song gently acknowledges the vulnerability of feeling hollow while inviting listeners to consider healing through genuine connection. Its sincere, reflective mood provides a comforting reminder that even in moments of numbness, there is a space for trust and tenderness to grow. It calls for a quiet courage to embrace new beginnings.
Lyrics
I woke up hollow once again,
Let the wrong person have a win.
I told myself it wasn’t wrong,
Just quiet hours, just getting through.
I said the night was mine to own,
I didn’t see it owned me too.
I let the moment call it love,
I let the dark hide it from above.
I woke up hollow again,
That familiar, empty friend.
It doesn’t break me, doesn’t care,
Just leaves me numb, exposed, and bare.
Then I hear talks of forever,
From the one who’s not trying to take.
He doesn’t try to pull my levers,
And that’s the part that makes me shake.
I know how to wake up alone,
I hate it makes me feel at home.
And I woke up hollow once again,
It hurts less than letting love in.
Because hollow doesn’t stay to see,
All the ways I’m scared to be.
Hollow leaves me standing still,
Love would ask more than my will.
If of me I let him see too much
And he still offers a gentle touch?
How will I reconcile in my bones
Why I’m so bent on being alone?
He watches me like I’m not broken,
Like my worth has been bespoken.
Says I can lean, says I can rest,
Depend on him to give his best.
What would it be like to never feel hollow again,
Not to fake love in a star-studded act of pretend?
To wake refreshed in the morning light,
To see in his eyes, why our love is so right.
Somewhere underneath the quiet,
Under the wall I still defend,
There’s a girl who wants to believe,
His love would not be my end.
His love would fill my soul,
Never again… to feel hollow.
