Nothing

Sometimes I'd hear a melody A sound of what could be Had I not placed myself down at your feet to suit your every whim Oh, the best part is that if I Could go back and tell those lies I'd do it all again, and again, and again, and again It was not strength, it was not love It was not passion, it's a drug To fill a cavity of you, me, every mortal on this earth Was I too weak? Was I too strong? Was I the paradox of song? Appearing headstrong publicly Submit my soul in privacy Was not the first to live this life Was not the first to hide my light We're talking thousands of years Of hidden dreams, and hidden rights You gave your all, it wasn't enough I gave my all, it wasn't enough Well, now we're nothing I am nothing at all I am nothing, nothing at all Nothing, nothing at all I am but light, no accolade I have no pretense, little faith Nothing, nothing at all Nothing, nothing at all And from the sweetest kind of nothing comes the very thing we are I hear an aching in the dark I hear a memory of the box that I let you put me into 'Til I suffocated with the weight of my own dream It was not right, it was not fair You made it your business not to care I do not think that you remember or indeed you ever will Us who bear you to be weak Commit the kind of crimes you seek Seek the kind of crimes you do to prove the strength we could not give to you Even our mothers of the school Teaching us to hide our truth To give up everything, yes everything for little in return To fear the power of my will To shame the body that I'm in To fear the vision of a life where I am equal to him It's like the mud of a thousand years Thickened every tear Now I release it, cleanse my vision Shake off everything I am nothing, nothing at all Nothing, nothing at all I am but light, no accolade I have no pretense, little faith Nothing, nothing at all Nothing, nothing at all And from the sweetest kind of nothing come the very thing we You were right on this, you know To find your bliss is to find your flow Always I sought this from outside The permission to be alright How could it ever come from you? Just as frightened as me too This is a partnership with She, creator, merges us as two Then forced us desperately apart To mend these sick and ugly hearts And flood the daylight in The clarity that surfaces as art There are two chords, there is a word There is the power to be heard There is the joy, there is the choice And privilege to wear my heart I am nothing, nothing at all Nothing, nothing at all I am but light, no accolade I have no pretense, little faith Nothing, nothing at all Nothing, nothing at all And from the sweetest kind of nothing comes the very thing we are Nothing, nothing at all I am nothing, nothing at all I am but light, no accolade I have no pretense, little faith Nothing, nothing at all Nothing, nothing at all And from the sweetest kind of nothing comes everything we are