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Baaaaby.
Baby, she means nothing to me.
Okay? She means nothing to me.

I didn’t know you exist.
When I was with her,
I didn’t know you exist.

Okay? I didn’t know.
I didn’t know you exist.
I didn’t know. Okay?

If I knew you exist,
I would’ve never been with her.
Okay? I didn’t know you exist.

She means nothing.
It’s gone. It’s in the past.
Okay? It’s nothing.

She means nothing.
I don’t even know her.
I don’t even know who she is.

I don’t even know who I am
when I think about her, okay?
It’s like the world stops existing...

and the only thing that matters,
is... this moment.
Okay? She means nothing.

She means nothing to me, okay?
She’s a―she’s nothing.
She’s like a ghost that haunts me.

Forever.

She means nothing.
She means nothing!
She doesn’t even exist.

Okay? She’s no one.
She’s every person, and every―
She’s every man, woman and child.

She’s inanimate objects.
When I look at the floor, I see her face...
in the wood.

Okay? But she means nothing.
She means nothing to me.
I don’t know what she means.

It can’t be put into words;
what I feel for her. Okay?
It means nothing.

It’s meaningless.
She means: nothing.
There is no way to give it meaning,

this sensation that she gives me.
Okay? It means nothing.
It’s nothing.

Baby! She’s nothing;
she’s no one;
she doesn’t exist.

Okay? It’s like she’s my own, special imagination.
And when I think I am alone, all of a sudden, she is there.
And the question is, where do I end and where does she begin?

Right? She means nothing.
It’s crazy. Baby, it’s crazy, okay?
It’s crazy, and she means nothing.

Why are you―don’t worry about it, baby.
She’s no one.
She’s no one.

To give her a name would be to reduce her
to a physical being...
and she is much more than that.

Okay? But she is nothing.
She means nothing...
Baby! Baby, why―she means nothing to me.

Okay? She doesn’t mean a thing. To me.
She doesn’t mean anything.
She is everything, but she is not...

She does not exist in the strict sense,
that you and me exist.
She doesn’t exist; she’s not here; she’s not real.

So stop worrying about it, okay?
She means nothing to me.
Baby. Baby, baby, baby.

You are my only woman.
Okay? You are my only woman.
You are the only person that matters to me.

You are the only one that matters. Okay?
You are the only one I think about. Okay?
She means nothing.

She means: nothing.
She is no one.
She is nowhere. Okay?

She is in the water that I drink.
She is in the air that I breathe.
She is in space.

She is somewhere in space,
looking down on me, going:
“I see you. I. See you.”

She is the all-seeing,
all-knowing God...
of my world.

She means nothing.
I can’t―
I don’t know what she means.

--Justin Kuritzkes