Meaning
What happened in the past to me
Is not of your concern
But of what I'll now try to be
I must to you now warn
Though none of this is real
What we see and what we feel
Might just be some imagination
All our stupidity and sensation
What has my mind become
A field of mines on fire
Happy thoughts are only some
Of unhappy one's I tire
But what does my sadness mean
Having done things you can't have seen
I don't deserve anyone's respect
Because no one do I affect
Of all the things I've said and done
No one shall ever sing
I don't matter to anyone
I don't mean anything
I will try to be... nothing
