I'm sick of the nothing. But the nothing is everything. The nothing's all i've got. The nothing understands. The nothing knows. The nothing is always there, the only thing i'll have. Then i'm going to leave with nothing. Leave behind nothing. I don't want to leave behind The nothing. The nothing was always there for me. The nothing needs me. And i need The nothing. All i have is The nothing and i'm turning my back on it too. I don't want to leave it. But is it right? I love The nothing. It's the only thing i really know.