I remember the time you were beaten and bent While i was blinding my eyes with my hands My worst fear is to inherit your shoddiness It's something i've been thinking a lot about It's something that makes me drink a lot And it's funny that you keep buying rounds Now sing to me The song about me Bout the time i failed Because i'm failing again As an old friend of mine once said Making excuses is a true act of kindness Now try to explain why you haven't been fair For once in your life it's all I ask. Now be kind to me Cause I'm becoming mean Is this the sky or the floor? Will I jump? will I fall In the same bottomless hole? Just create something I will recall Change our nothingness into gold Just shape something my children will touch Create something out of nothing We have to be something We must to be something