None of my songs are really good
None of my friends are really here
None of my days bring me peace
None of these words can set me free

Nothing I say can reach out to you
Nothing you say can get past my heart
Nothing is sad unless we want it to
Nothing will end if we make it last

All of my days I spent thinking about you
All that I am is but a shell with no core
All my regrets shall fade with the dawn
All of my strains will haunt me no more

Every road leads to another life
Every breath I take makes me weak
Everyone is tired of these words
Every day I wonder what we really seek