Nothing.

Feb 17, 2010 23:34

Its not beautiful
Its not remarkable
Its not miserable
Its not anything at all

Lofty lies from within
Sense of choice dissolves
Taking whispers as law
World of self-sabotage

I've walked the green mile a thousand times
I'm in hot pursuit of what I'll never find
I am my own alibi; my sin abides
I am my own scapegoat
On my own tongue I choke

Its not notable
Its not useful
Its not useless
Its not free
Its nothing
Its absolutely nothing
Nothing at all
Its nothing
Not a thing
Nothing

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