Complications due to things that I've left undone
That all my debts will be left unpaid
Feel like a cripple without a cane
I'm like a jack of all trades
Who's a master of none
Then there's my father
He's always looking on the bright side
Saying things like "Son, life just ain't that hard."
He is the grand optimist
I am the world's poor pessimist
You give him burdensome times
And he will escape unscarred
I guess I take after my mother
But I used to be quite resilient
Gained no strength from counting the beads on a rosary
Now the wound has begun to turn
Another lesson that has gone unlearned
But this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy
I guess I take after my mother
I fear I'll die from complications Complications due to things that I've left undone That all my debts will be left unpaid Feel like a cripple without a cane I'm like a jack of all trades Who's a master of none Then there's my father He's always looking on the bright side Saying things like "Son, life just ain't that hard." He is the grand optimist I am the world's poor pessimist You give him burdensome times And he will escape unscarred I guess I take after my mother But I used to be quite resilient Gained no strength from counting the beads on a rosary Now the wound has begun to turn Another lesson that has gone unlearned But this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy I guess I take after my mother Explain Request ×
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