I gazed up to a screen of hate
Hoping for the minutes to numb my thoughts
I can recall the tears in her voice
She reminds me how alike I am to my father

I am my fathers son
I am no one
I will always be nothing
From the scaffold in the roof, to the balcony of my room
I am nothing

I know one day my life will end
But I'm searching, for a reason to wait for the day

You can be with your life, I can be with my sorrow