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 burdens sometimes, and he will escape unscarred.
i guess i take after my mother.
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 guess i take after my mother.
i guess i take after my mother.
i guess i take after my mother.