I'm nobody,
Look at me,
The pitiful nobody,
Yup that's me.
I don't matter,
And why should I?
It's not like the world would care,
If I live or die.
I mean we do what we're told,
Because its what we do,
Until the day we grow old,
And the next one in line is you.
A preacher will talk about god,
Instead the kind of person you are,
Because its their job,
And wouldn't care to know you from afar.
See when you're a nobody,
It all ends the same,
When you're not a somebody,
At the end of the game.
