I hear their voices inside my head
There's no denying it's my private [bad word] as
I lie in bed
I take a look around and see myself
In twenty years will I be them
I've taken all I can stand
Afraid of what kind of man I am
Does everything stay the same
Or will I break the chain
Secrets, emotions, and wounds concealed
Spirits are broken, the deepest scars that I'll never heal
They'll be back handed down from father to son
closet full of skeletons
I've taken all I can stand
Afraid of what kind of man I am
Does everything stay the same
Or will I break the chain
I will get by
With a little understanding
'Cause it's my own life after all
I've taken all I can stand
Afraid of what kind of man I am
Does everything stay the same
Or will I break the chain