It’s a glimmer in the window pane.
It’s a scar that just won’t fade.

It’s the sky just before dawn.
It’s the mask tattooed to your face.

It’s the teardrops shining in your eyes.
It’s the pain you’re carrying inside.

It’s his jacket on your shoulders.
It’s the daydream that keeps you going.

It’s the air you inhale when you see him.
It’s the nightmare when you stop dreaming.

It’s the mistakes you repeat over and over.
It’s the regrets that follow you around.

It’s nothing.
It’s everything.

It’s the smile you fake.
It’s the life you pretend to earn.

It’s the lie you told.
It’s the guilt that eats you every day.

It’s a frowning face in the window frame.
It’s the anxiety killing away your life.

It’s just a little crush.
It’s an overdose of love.

It’s the pictures between the tear-stained lines.
It’s the girl with nowhere left to turn.

It’s the echoes of a past gone bad.
It’s the boy whose emotions are in a coffin splintering to ash.

It’s everything.
It’s nothing.

It’s the cries for help that were never heard.
It’s the fear that plagues the world.

It’s the smile on her lips.
It’s the joy she brings to the world.

It’s the fire in his distant eyes.
It’s the passion in his veins.

It’s what they’ve lost.
It’s the victories they’ve made.

It’s every drop of blood.
It’s every pain.

It’s a kiss in the garden.
It’s the wish waiting to be granted.

It’s everything.
It’s nothing.

It’s nothing at all.