Grew up hard, inherited sin,
Always picked last not the type to win.
Chip on my shoulder, more like a boulder.
With a weight so heavy I feel hell smolder.
I would never wish this on you, unborn child family tree came unglued.
I'd rather let the fruit wilt then bear the guilt that you could have been spared.
With a life so trife, no girlfriend no wife.
Even though my soul aches this world can't bear another mistake.
This weighs heavy, my cross to bear.
My moral fabric begins to tear.
Can't fix mine but you don't need to live this life.
This weighs heavy, it's hard to care.
Spare the world of a soul with another cross to bear.