I Got Nothing

No really,

I got Nothing right now.

If you needed something, I'm pretty much useless.
Not that I wouldn't try, I always do. Just that it never makes a difference with you anymore.
It'd be nice if I could help, if I could affect you, but it doesn't seem to matter.
The same thing just happens again and again.
That's what sucks the most. That's why I feel so Powerless.

Maybe

Maybe not, but I have to try, even if I don't know whether or not this will be the time you'll finally listen. I have to hope that one of these times it will all be worth it. I have to try. Even if, even if, even if.

I could go other directions, I could bide my time, I could drop out of the race and see where everyone else finishes, but that wouldn't be as satisfying. It wouldn't help me feel less powerless, more powerful, more like I Matter.

Maybe

Maybe I do matter, maybe it does make a difference after all, I just can't see it.

How much longer do I try to get what I want, when I don't know if you've already given up and succumbed to the same familiar traps. Maybe I should stay my mouth, and keep it shut against the truth spewing forth from my throat. From my fingers, from my soul. Perhaps it's not all for the best. Maybe I'm just agitating, maybe I'm just instigating, maybe.

Maybe.

I got nothing.