I bite my ******* room full of strangers.

Widen my lungs. Then swallow my pride.

I know my place. Where I'm safe and I'm sorry.

Behind my face is where it all stays.



And I don't feel nervous. Except for at night.

It's not like I'm ceding.

Just biding my time.

I don't feel angry.

Anymore.



Everything's nothing to me.

Everything's nothing to me.

Anything's something to me.

Everything's nothing to me.



I guess I struck gold.

My sense for suppression.

At least I've been told.

Humble and cold.



And I don't feel angry. Except at myself.

It's all self protection.

Just good for my health.

I don't feel nervous.

Anymore.



Everything's nothing to me.

Everything's nothing to me.

Anything's something to me.

But nobody's everything to me.