There is nothing to me. 
 There is nothing though there was a time 
 I had felt elation before all sensation died.
 
 I cannot breathe. 
 I can't deny that I've been feigning, 
 for you, every vital sign defied. 
 
 This means nothing to me. 
 This means nothing so spare me the lies. 
 I deny you sympathy just as I have been denied.
 
 I cannot breathe. 
 I can't deny that I've been faking, 
 for you, every sign of life. 
 
 I died for the last lie, 
 and the heartbreak for the first time, 
 I could not take til I made you cry.
 
 This is what you taught me. 
 This is what you taught - and I learned well - 
 to recognize that feeling easily can be dispelled. 
 
 Show your wounds I'm bored with mine. 
 Nothing is new. 
 Don't despair I rarely cry.
 
 Oh my dear please dry your eyes. 
 Who could harm you? 
 To hurt you is to be despised, as I'd love to.