It's a bad time
A bad time for me, son
Fourteen years
I still haven't one quite right for me
In my state of mind
My list of problems could black out the sun
If you held them up
Are you sure you're mine?
You won't pay attention to positive praise
Squeezing your face from anyone
Are you sure you're fine?
You're a damaged human
You won't listen to me when I list my problems
For what I witnessed, they could lock me up,
And they did
I'm just hopeless, helpless, lazy and feckless
My kid