3. Nothing

Nothing will ever make me feel better
Nothing will ever be mine

Thirsty at first
A taste makes it worse
Down at the end of my well
Oh hell

Will I someday
tire of raging                
for my way

I hold too tight
I cheat and lie
I just standby
I try to hide
hoping to die
I wanna be right
I showed up tonight 

One day a river one day a plain
each day i wither i gain
the same