So they say the times are tougher, and there’s nothing else that they can do,
You’ve heard the whispers for some time now; at least they’ve made it clear to you.
They tell you there’s a process; you’ll be surprised at what you find,
Don’t believe that it’s objective – they’ve already made up their minds.
Slowly, things change,
But for better or worse, we never find out until it’s too late…
Surely, we see,
That all in all it’s nothing…
So the weeks drag into months, the rumours poisoning your head,
Cast your mind back to the beginning, and all the lies that you were fed.
Cynicism stoked by silence, and frustration fuelled by fear,
You vent your anger at anybody close enough to hear…
Slowly, things change,
But for better or worse, we never find out until it’s too late…
Surely, we see,
That all in all it’s nothing…
Here one minute, gone the next…
Slowly, things change,
But for better or worse, we never find out until it’s too late…
Surely, we see,
That all in all we’re nothing…