Reaching Out For Nothing


All my hopes, all my dreams
Are dying deep within me

All the sun that’s shone on my life
Fades now behind that night sky

Everything to live for
Nothing left to lose
And here I am just standing
Reaching out for nothing

I always hear those voices
Calling to me, telling me to
Make something of myself
But I’m content with this pathetic life

Content with my depression
Content with my misery
Content with my tortured soul
Content with my abuse
Content with my sorrows
Content with my self-inflicted wounds

Everything to live for
Nothing left to lose
And here I am just standing
Reaching out for nothing

Here I am, I’m content
Why can’t you just be content?
They’re my choices, it’s my life
It’s my life, it’s my life

Everything to live for
Nothing left to lose
And here I am just standing
Reaching out for nothing

Everything to live for
Nothing left to lose
And here I am just standing
Reaching out for nothing

Reaching out for nothing

Reaching out for nothing

Reaching out…

...for anything



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