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Nothing Lyrics by Krystal Evette

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(Verse One)
I go walking all alone
No friends are picking up their phones
Giving trust I would take back
Don't know how long that I can last
I have been hating my life
Finding it hard to make the nights
Feeling knives cut deep on skin
It's all about what comes within
I cannot stop me coming back
To the blade, we made a pact
I've been feeling really sad
Life's been getting really bad
It's never worked with me and love
Hate how it feels, this feeling's rough
I'll never be good enough
And I am not calling my bluff
This has been what's on my mind
All the things I've left behind
Maybe love is not for me
Maybe there won't be a "we"
You know how much that I love you
But I know you don't love me too
I love you with all my heart
I can turn pain into art

(Chorus)
I form words to make me happy
Even though they may sound sappy
I have felt one sided love
And push will always come to shove
Fuck love, what's it done for me?
These men near me are so damn mean
Will I ever be the same
If I could leave this fucking game

(Instrumental Chorus)

(Verse Two)
The ache of pain just feels so good
But hurts so bad, you know I could
People cause hurt, make me sad
I act out, they call me mad
They're saying that this bitch is crazy
Somebody please come and save me
Earth is fucked with no return
In this life, you get not earn
That's why so many are depressed
But with love, I get obsessed
My heart always ends up broke
On pieces and on words I choke
I need to feel that toxic burn
It's what I love, it's what I eurn
I just want to rest in peace
Love will never ever cease

(Pre Chorus)
I form words to make me happy
Even though they may sound sappy
I have felt one sided love
And push will always come to shove
Fuck love, what's it done for me?
These men near me are so damn mean
Will I ever be the same
If I could leave this fucking game

(Bridge)
Sometimes I write about nothing
And somehow cover everything
From how I feel to who I love
To if there's a god up above
To me, my life means not one thing
My finger will not have a ring
I'm stuck feeling so damn alone
And no one's answering their phones
When they call back, I say I'm great
And then for weeks I isolate
Sometimes I write about nothing
And somehow cover everything

About “Nothing” by Krystal Evette

Read the complete lyrics to "Nothing" by Krystal Evette from the album "Nothing". On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.

"Nothing" is performed by Krystal Evette. from the album "Nothing" This page provides the full lyric text for fans who want to sing along, study the songwriting, or compare versions across releases. Lyrks organizes lyrics by artist and song slug so you can bookmark and share a stable URL. Music lyrics help listeners connect with emotion, narrative, and rhythm in a track. Whether you are learning English, researching a favorite chorus, or preparing for karaoke, having accurate line breaks and section labels (verse, chorus, bridge) makes the experience easier. We link to the official artist profile on Lyrks where available, including biography snippets, top songs, and chart placements when we have that data. If you enjoy "Nothing", explore more songs by Krystal Evette using the links below. Chart and trending pages on Lyrks highlight what listeners are searching for this week. For copyright or correction requests, see our DMCA and contact pages.

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"Nothing" is credited to Krystal Evette. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.

"Nothing" appears on "Nothing".

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