Nothing

Will the sun come up tomorrow upon nothing? On a long, wasted life on a cold, dead world? Can I make up for what I've lost? Or should I even try? Should I grasp at wisps of dreams long shattered like glass? Should I just move on and make the best of what I have? Cause after this there's no turning back There's no turning back Now I've got nothing Now I don't know where to turn Now I've lost everything I can't just sit back and die I wish someone would just tell me what to do Cause I'm coming up with nothing I wish that I wouldn't have lost you Maybe my life would be good for something But wishing never does a bit of good Hanging on a broken dream I've got to move on, no turning back I've got to deal with my nothings I've got to deal with my nothings Will the moon still rise tonight On a world full of dreams On a world still full of hope On a life that still has a reason? Will it see you and I together Or will everything be desolate? Will I still be here wondering How I've got to deal with my nothings I've got to deal with my nothings