Nothing is the same
Nothing I can tell you,
Nothing you'll want to hear anyway.

All I have inside me,
Are memories of pain,
The pain of losing you,
Is slowly killing me inside.

I wish to God I could tell you,
But I don't have a clue,
What would I say?
What could I do?

Yet doing nothing seems worse,
Than doing something,
But what can I say,
Theres nothing I can tell you,
Nothing you'll want to hear anyway.

If I could then I would,
If I thought it right,
But theres nothing I say,
Theres nothing I can tell you,
Nothing you'll want to hear anyway.

Maybe I should forget,
So that we slowly drift apart,
So all we are to each other,
Are people on the street,

Well I can't let that happen,
I have to say something,
But what I can say,
Theres nothing I can tell you,
Nothing you'll want to hear anyway.