Nobody deserves to be beaten
Thats what my teacher says...

Imagine if words could cut you
Speaking into your soul...

I lay there were you threw me
I lay there very still...

Slowly you turn away from me
And start walking...

I walk alone
I sing alone...

I walk in to the room
And it goes silent...

I close my eyes and i see you
I pick up the knife and i feel you...

The silver glint of cold harsh reality
As it draws a line for you...

And although my heart is beating..
I just know that I am dead...

My name is Nothing.
You will see me...maybe...

The girl in the class
With the smile on her face...

Once my best friend was always there
Always there to help me...