Nothing is My Name

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Nothing is what I am

Speaks my name, speaks my soul

Nothing is who I am

Take control, take control



Nothing is this dear life

In my hands, in my hands

Nothing does it mean,

Nothing dear, nothing grand



Nothing cries my voice

Have no choice, have no choice

Nothing is ever happy

Nothing is ever meant for me



Nothing is my mortal

Nothing here, nothing there

Not a penny is it worth

So my life I shall not spare



I am nothing, speaks my mind

I drag on, like an eagle falling

Nothing will I ever be, not for you, not to me

Lost is my soul, into the void



Nothing speaks my heart

Nothing cries my soul

Nothing shouts my lips

Nothing am I now



Nothing tells the words

That I say, that I say

Nothing tells my throat

That I cut with the blade



A worthless plague on the end of the road

An endless life that drags on, so I’m told

I am nothing, cries the wind, through the night, through the night

Nothing howls the trees, branches speak, they are right



I am the shadow of the girl that’s lost behind

I am the one who lurks, to seek death of my mind

I am the tortured soul of the splendor of the earth

I am the vindictive spirit, spurned from birth, spurned from birth



Bloodless books, they tell the lies

Hear my dormant endless cries

Hear the story that never ends

It only ends where it begins



Nothing am I now, as I sit as I sit

Blackened hole I’ve fallen, in the pit, in the pit

Queer are the memories, yet haunting are the lies

Now I only seek one thing, to die, yes, to die



Free me gently from my flaws

Free me from life’s lawless laws

Barricade me in a room

Pitch the key, and seal my tomb



Nothing am I worth

From my birth, from my birth

Nothing shall I be

Set me free, set me free



Westward worries haunt my spirit

End is near, oh can you hear it?

Taunting and teasing all the while

Death shall walk my last life’s mile



Nothing to be for notorious is my name

Nothing to be ever again, never to live in fame

Amidst the clouds of hatreds shroud

I hide from thee, I’m mortal now



My bearing is set, I’m set to burn

But only if my soul could learn

Temping blade, I call to thee

But thou will STILL not set me free



Nothing am I worth, nothing will I be

Nothing is the end of the road

Nothing, speaks my tender voice

Nothing, I have no choice



I am nothing, read my soul

I am nothing, in my hole

I am nothing, leave me be

Favor me, and set me free

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am a worthless coward on the face of the earth, set to burn, and never to learn...

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