"Nothing"
Nothing’s ever right; it all just stays the same.
Day in and day out I’m dealing with this pain.
Food just doesn’t taste as good,
the sky isn’t as blue.
My words stumble from my mouth
and change from me to you.
The bird songs never reach my ears
nor do the words of love.
Flowers never seem as bright
nor does the sun above.
Mountain peaks have crashed and gone,
the snow isn’t as white.
And when I look into my past,
I know that I must fight.
Freedom has broken its wings,
so to me it doesn’t fly.
Here, I wander aimlessly,
hoping that I’ll die.
I want to feel, I want to see
what life can really be.
Yet I wait for better days,
wondering when I’ll leave.
Nothing is all that I feel,
the nothing that I am.
Though I know that I may live
if you just take my hand.
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