Nothing - Winterville

What more can I say

To keep you up

What more can I give

I can’t give enough

What more can I beg

What more can I steal

To show you these things inside are real

I, I owe nothing

I’m, lacking something

And she’ll never know the lengths I would go to change

I, I owe nothing, nothing to you

Too flat on my back

To make some kind of stand

Too tied up in chains

Tied by my own hands

I’ve got nothing to live for

Nothing good enough to die for

Nothing to hold my head up high

I, I owe nothing

I’m, lacking something

And she’ll never know the lengths I would go to change

I, I owe nothing, nothing to you