The Grand Optimist
I fear I'll die from complications, complications due to things that I've left undoneThat all my debts will be left unpaid, feel like a cripple without a caneI'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 sideSaying things like “Son life just ain’t that hard”He is the grand optimist, I am the world’s poor pessimistYou 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 rosaryAnd now the wound has begun to turn, another lesson that has gone unlearnedBut this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy
I guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my motherI guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my mother