Nothing

Believe me when I say
It’s nothing, nothing at all
Is it that hard for you to see?
To accept with no question

I’m still here, oh, I’m still here
You always want more, I try not to care
It kills me to endure days panic-stricken
In front of you I morph to no more than a chicken

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~ by cendana on November 13, 2008.

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