I have the rage of my mother
Who swears that she doesn't
Oh don't think about it
You might go mental
But mom when I swing in the tree
Will they still think I'm normal?
I have the scars of the traumas
That passed down to me
Thousands of eyes
Somehow only you see
How can I end something when I haven't even started?
Oh
Bow your head down in shame
Oh
The problem child just got away
Oh
Bow your head down in shame
Oh
The problem child just got away
They look and they laugh
Or I've got off the rails
Forgive me father for I'm born to fail
Feeding my dreams and my hopes then watching them get slaughtered
Point all the fingers and lay them on me
Can't do a good job for the life of me
I'm your martyr
Oh
Bow your head down in shame
Oh
The problem child just got away
Oh
Bow your head down in shame
Oh
The problem child just got away