There's Nothing Left

I got nothing
Nothing left in me to give
Nothing left for you to take
Nothing left at all to break
There's nothing left for chrissake!

So, go to hell
Or send me to hell
Either way it all ends well
There's nothing left for chrissake!

I left all behind when I went away
I buried what was left in another land's day
I was paid my money, but, dear God what a price I had to pay
There's nothing left for chrissake

I got no tears, not any more
Only fears, from too much war
No one's here, not anymore
There's nothing left, for chrissake


(C) Marcel Trepanier 2014