Nothing Left-Lou Doillon

So you got what you wanted Surprised? Cut all the strings, all the loose ends And what now? Well it's face to face You and yourself Oh but freedom doesn't taste quite the same When there's no one around My brain's amiss, and my heart's a mess And I've got nothing, nothing left My brain's amiss, and my heart's a mess And I've got nothing, nothing left The only one you ever trusted... You failed! The one "gold soul" that kept you standing... In the back you stabbed! Is there nothing sacred In your hands Oh but freedom doesn't taste quite the same When there's no one around My brain's amiss, and my heart's a mess And I've got nothing, nothing left My brain's amiss, and my heart's a mess And I've got nothing, nothing left My brain's amiss, and my heart's a mess And I've got nothing, nothing left My brain's amiss, and my heart's a mess And I've got nothing, nothing left