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