I've got a secret and I'm going to say it.
These lips and fingertips could bring a city down.
I've got the trump card and I'm going to play it.
Its half a year before September comes around. I've got these hands and they just won't stop shaking.
I've got these walls that I can't get myself around.
I've got a head that's full of faded memories. I've got a heart that's going to burn right to the ground.
It's nothing. It's nothing. It's nothing. It's nothing now.
Is this the end or is it just the beginning?