Nothing
Anthrax
Stomp 442 (1995)

Itąs difficult for me to get a grip on what you mean
When you stick your fingers in your ear and create another scene
You always step into the traps set perfect in your path
Busy going crazy over whose knifeąs in your back

Dive inside your blackest stare
The one thatąs saving do you date
Screaming that youąre scared
You the tallest soul
With the shortest self-esteem
Painted as the victim
Whoąs split between the bearns

It doesnąt seem to matter
Itąs nothing
Dead a dream is dying
Itąs nothing
Best friend I never had

Play me to the point of pushing me too far away
I can only say whatever, ambivalent to your game
You can pretend to the mirror, itąs the lie you tell yourself
And I wonąt walk on eggshells thatąs a dance for someone else

Dive inside your blackest stare
The one thatąs saying do you dare
Screaming that youąre scared
You the tallest soul
With the shortest self-esteem
Painted as the victim
Whoąs split between the bearns

It doesnąt seem to matter
Itąs nothing
Dead a dream is dying
Itąs nothing
Best friend I never had