Nothing wrong It's gone on too long Nothing right That's why we fight Nothing left Beside a love bereft Nothing here To reappear Nothing changed Is why we pain Nothing changed It's not the same Nothing missing Except the blame Nothing bad And nothing good Nothing missing Like nothing could Nothing Lost So nothing found Nothing now Can turn me round Nothing spoken No words can say Nothing better Than to walk away
copyright/all rights reserved Joe Fogg 2011
How often when asked what is wrong we tell that small lie that covers the truth like a thin layer of varnish on an antique chest "nothing". Inspired by Edie Brockell and the New Bohemians.