This house has never been so quiet Quieter than the ever impatient-growing soul That inhabits his body. The warning sirens are all that can be heard so he blocked his ears.
He sits praying that things are going to get better While in the comfort of his own arms, he weeps; "I only hope that I will get out, there must be more to my life than this." His only wish.
If I could change my fate I wouldn't be telling you this story I'd be walking in different shoes But the truth is; I am nothing, I have nothing, I exist for nothing.