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