Nothing is what I was born with,
Nothing is what I had to say
Nothing but to gaze at the world,
All the time, night and day
Nothing is what the school taught,
Nothing is what I used
Nothing is what the certificates got,
The contradiction left me confused
Nothing could help me prove my point,
Nothing could get me across the line
Nothing could I express to the one I loved,
Nothing could get me what was mine
I think now, as I have all the time to think…
Maybe I listened more than I ever said
I had a perspective; I should’ve been strong
They told me what to do and they were wrong
Life is not humming someone else’s tune
But writing your own song
When I was born I was born with nothing,
When I died, I died with nothing
Nothing is everything for me,
And for me everything is nothing
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