Nothing

I've been trying my best
To get along
But that's okay
There's nothing left to say
Take your space
And take your reasons
But you'll think of me

I guess I feel just a little tired of this
And the bagage that seems to come with it

While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing you could hold me tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life

So take your records
Take your freedom
Take your memories
I don't need them

Because we have nothing left together
In fact I feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me



['I have lost myself again. And the worst part is, there's no one else to blame...']