Nothing Left

My words like the wings on sparrows back

Disguise the fact there’s nothing left

Of you of me of anything

A Pointless pointless pointless trek

And killing, slowly, everything

And questioning all of the rest

Of “what’s the point? What’s the point”

The results are meaningless and never last

You have no control over who you are

And you’ll always end up coming in last

Even though you had such a head start

You’ll never catch up you’re falling behind

And there’s no escape from your decrepit mind

Hopeless hopeless all of it

Helpless helpless all of it

It’s all just talk it’s all just talk

It’s all your fault it’s all your fault

There’s no escape

From the place

It’s all I’ve ever known or know

And it’s my future present

It’s my past

It’s who I am itched in my skin

And it stirs my troubles there within

And reminds me how there’s nothing left

Nothing left

Nothing left