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.