This is forced and I am drowning now I'm buried underneath the ground And I've learned that my face molds into my hands Everyone here looks to good for me If god had no sympathy he'd say son You're the one thing in this world That I didn't spend time on. Am I slowly losing my mind? I'm on my knees and I'm begging please Mary says don't be a fool The hysteria inside of me is turning me into a fool Don't cry young boy, mama's coming home As a boy he'd rub his wrists on fences And realized that he lost his senses He'd go home screaming in pain while his mother cleaned his cuts Ten years later and he's had enough He's on a building looking to jump he says If Jesus walked on water then I can walk on air But as he falls he hears his mother cry He looks at her and then he dies So cry young boy, because mama's not coming home