What’s the reason I’m standing here waiting?

I know that you’re not happy with me, dad,

I’m not going to spend my time debating.

You say you don’t hold grudges, but you are still mad,

I am sorry that I made a mistake.

Stop yelling at me! I can’t take your pain,

It’s like dropping a glass and watching it break. 

All the strength I have is beginning to wane,

Sometimes you make me want to go and forget. 

I don’t move a muscle, I keep on sitting,

Holding a cigarette waiting to be lit.

Wondering, dreaming, even reminiscing, 

And I’m still sitting here looking at this door-

I’ve got no where to go, nothing to live for.