Like a water faucet flowing my thoughts go pouring out
Sometimes I get angry but hardly ever shout
No matter what I do I often feel shunned
Don't it seem to you that my work here is done
My work here is done
We all grew up too fast and very few are blessed
Everyone eventually has to leave the nest
But who am I to judge which road you should take
I spend my whole life correcting my mistakes
People often criticize and tell you that you're wrong
They cast no reflection because they don't belong
No matter what I do there's things I can't forget
The emptiness I feel the anger and regret
When I drove home today I had the strangest dream
Like suddenly I'm watching me my life behind a screen
There's comfort in the thought that I'm not the only one
Don't it seem to you that my work here is done