Nothing to talk about
Nothing to share
Nothing to care about
There�s nothing there.
Nothing to love
Nothing to lose
There�s absolutely nothing here
For me to abuse.
There�s nothing I want
There�s nothing I crave
In the end I was just pretending
That I was someone brave.
All that I ever owned
Nothing was really mine
Priceless little nick-knacks
I collected over time.
I own nothing
And nothing owns me
There�s nothing to hold me down
Nothing to set me free.
© Kristel. S 2003