The Good Son

I stand here asking myself why
Why you are hardly satisfied?

I'm waiting here alone, clenching my fists
Hardly able to avoid crying
Do you realize what happens to me?
Why can't you understand me?

I, never, can't stand
I can't stand myself again

I always wanted to be a good son
I never wanted to be dissatisfying
I always wanted to be a good son
I never wanted to be dissapointing

Of course I know that we are different
But why don't you tolerate me?
Can't you recognize my attitude?
Is it really hard to swallow?

I, never, can't stand
I can't stand myself again

I always wanted to be a good son
I never wanted to be dissatisfying
I always wanted to be a good son
I never wanted to be dissapointing

I stand here asking myself why
Why you are hardly satisfied?
This question left so many scars
I never wanted
But now I try to look forward
I never wanted

Always wanted to be a good son
I never wanted to be dissatisfying
I always wanted to be a good son
I never wanted to be dissapointing

I always wanted to be a good son
I never wanted to be dissatisfying
I always wanted to be a good son
I never wanted to be dissapointing