Now what can you do?nIt seems that nothing is left for younNothing but tormentnTorture and despairnIt rips apart right at the seamsnYet they ignore your silent screamsnThat presence of painnIs so overwhelmingnnNothing left at allnAnd when it’s laid to restnAnd it seems like nothing is leftnHow could you carry on in this worldnnYea torn away was all that matterednAnd all of your hopesnAnd dreams are now shatterednSmashed and scatterednLike glass into piecesnAnd now you walk alonenAnd glass can easily slicenRight down to bonenAll it takes is the willnFor self destructionnnNothings left at allnnThey want you to thinknThat there’s nothing left,nDon’t let them make you thinknThat’ there’s nothing leftnThere is nothing left