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 And 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
