I haven't finished a thing since I started my life I don't feel much like starting now Walking now lonely has worked like a charm I'm the only one I have to let down But watching you makes me think that that is wrong I can go on with my insecure nature I can keep living off sympathy I can tell all the people that all of their success Is a direct reflection on me But watching you makes me think that that is wrong What is important, what's really important? Am I not to know by my name? Will I ever know silence, without mental violence Will the ringing at night go away? It's up to you, my father, call on me I haven't finished a thing since I started my life I don't feel much like starting now I haven't finished a thing since I started my life