I bite my tongue in a 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.