Incomplete and insecure

I haven't finished a thing since I started my life,
don't feel much like starting now.
Walking out 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 the 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 raining 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,
don't feel much like starting now. (x4)

I haven't finished a thing since I started my life (x2)