nothing

For a long time, I used to think I already had felt all the amount of feelings that was destinated to me. Just lived long enough to find out I was wrong. I don't know what to do right now about it but to write. But also I don't know what I'm feeling at all, so maybe I start to write about... nothing. Or, at least, nothing that makes any sense.

♪ ♫ What am I trying to do? What am I trying to say? ♪ ♫