I fear I'm dying of complications.
Complications due to things that I've left undone,
That all my debts will be left unpaid.
Feel like a crippled without a cane,
I'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 side
Saying things like "life just ain't that hard"
He is the grand optimist
I am the world's poor pessimist
You give him burdens sometimes
And he will escape unscarred

I guess I take after my mother

I used to be quite resilient
Gain no strength from counting the beads on a rosary
Now the wound has begun to turn
Another lesson that has gone unlearned
But this is not a cry for pitty or for sympathy.