Nothing from Seventeen by Walking Disasters

Things should get better but instead they’re getting worse,
For my whole lifetime I’ve been followed by a curse.
It makes me fail in everything that I try but now
it seems like I finally lost my fucking mind
What is this emptiness that follows me around?
How do all other people get to fill this out?
Can someone help me?
Let someone help me now!
I don’t care who and how cause it’s to fucking late
Now I have nothing to lose,
nothing to do,
nothing to hang on when everything’s gone.
Nothing to fight for,
nothing to die for,
nothing to get,
nothing to live.
My soldiers fight against the darkness in my head,
the war is over they lie silent and play dead.
The memories come, they make me feel so dumb,
how did I let all of the good things fall apart
Now I have nothing to lose,
nothing to do,
nothing to hang on when everything’s gone.
Nothing to fight for,
nothing to die for,
nothing to get,
nothing to live.
And I know, it won’t show, ‘cause I won’t
believe in all those stupid things I did before
And I know it won’t show, ‘cause I don’t believe in faith
But that’s okay ‘cause I know faith’s a bitch.
And I still believe in hope, 
‘cause that’s the only thing that I have.
And without this lie
I have nothing.

• Pop Punk
• Punk
• Berlin