I have nothing to give to you
No fate
No hope
No life
I have nothing to sell to you
No sex
No identity
No soul
The fact of the matter is
That there is nothing you’d want anyway
No love
No hate
No care
There is nothing you’d take from me anyways
My love
My life
My heart
The fact of the matter is
That there is nothing at all
So would you just go away.
Written 1998.