I've spent every ounce of trying, and ending up with naught
I tried to be my own being but lived a life that was wrought
Why does it matter, when my one chance was wasted such
If everything I sought is lost, how could I ever get enough
Living in an era when consumption is a way to measure
Our footprint reveals depths of our wealth, and treasure
The pursuit of pleasure, the emptiness of every quest
What if there is nothing, and we wasted this one life
For a life that was empty and focused upon strife?
I surrender and beg you please don't remember
All the things I did, in this wasteful existence
In this life of no persistence and waste, truly
You know I am nothing, nothing, nothing
I'm nothing, ever I've been and will be
