Hey Ma, Sorry 'bout Pa
Don't have a lot of time on my hands
Must you learn
How could I turn into such a great concern?
Now, I did find a part of my mind that let me turn away my pain
The empathy comes and empathy goes
And that's the way it works in my brain
Put me in the firing line
I really overdid it this time
Was it you who put the gun in my hand?
It's something they'll never understand
Hey there, I know you don't care
How about a truth or a dare?
Somewhere, ripping my hair right out of the skin I wear
But I dare you to point to gun to your head
Smile, as you wave it in the air
And the empathy and the empathy goes
All at one time I swear
What if I said it was all for you?
How 'bout the things you never did do?
Was it you who put the gun in my hand?
It's something they'll never understand