All these babies are born

To the wrong kind of people

And I wish I had known

I was not good enough

I'm the worst kind of son

Bringing shame to my family

And I know I have worn

My mother's heart out, believe me

I saw it

I saw it coming



All these things I have done

To my little little sister

When I try to support her

She don't believe

Why should she?

I mean, I hurt her



So goodbye, so long, I'm gone already

I'm running out of time

I'm losing my mind

Won't you come take me home?

Won't somebody hold me?



All these babies are born

Like a field full of poppies

Who's gonna know which are torn?

I believe I'll soon leave the meadow

I see my shadow



I think I'm losing my soul...