so many years i've tried
to become everything
or even just anything
it's hard to be nothing
but i guess that's me
singing in the sun
instead of the rain
and baking too too much
in that devilish heat
and the music never ends
or maybe it just never begins
and its not even music at all
and my heart doesn't know it yet
so what is it then
am i truly nothing
in the great scheme of everything
the scheme of life and death
and waking hours
or just sleep forever and always
and forget my name
which I really never knew anyway
so what if I never make anything
out of me
and I never make sense or nonsense
or whatever
it's just not that simple