This is forced and I am drowning now
I'm buried underneath the ground
And I've learned that my face molds into my hands
Everyone here looks to good for me
If god had no sympathy he'd say son
You're the one thing in this world
That I didn't spend time on. Am I slowly losing my mind?
I'm on my knees and I'm begging please
Mary says don't be a fool
The hysteria inside of me is turning me into a fool
Don't cry young boy, mama's coming home
As a boy he'd rub his wrists on fences
And realized that he lost his senses
He'd go home screaming in pain while his mother cleaned his cuts
Ten years later and he's had enough
He's on a building looking to jump he says
If Jesus walked on water then I can walk on air
But as he falls he hears his mother cry
He looks at her and then he dies
So cry young boy, because mama's not coming home