Nothing

Brought him food once a week for him to eat Slid it under our iron door Shackled in this ivory tower Never thought of anymore Never come searching Always forsaken Left with nothing And that's what hurts Flying monkeys are circling overhead Feel the heat beat down from their wing Never mind the times that we cried Won't remember a single thing Never come searching Ever forsaken Left with nothing And that's what hurts Whispers tied to a silent scream Can't believe the blood in the streets Never mind the times that we cried Won't remember a single thing Never come searching Ever forsaken Left with nothing And that's what hurts