There is no way that you will ever understand
Why I would feel a need to hide inside my pride.
I wrestle with myself, pretending to be a good man.
A perfect son? Heh. This’s where it really began.
It was all my Ma implied until the sad day she died.
There is no way that you will ever understand.
A fine brother? God knows I have been less than.
I constantly go awry, no matter how hard I’ve tried.
I wrestle with myself, pretending to be a good man.
An admirable father? Some have hinted that’s what I am.
But the regrets, oh Lord, they reside inside my pride.
There is no way that you will ever understand
A first-rate husband? Well, that was definitely the plan.
Instead, I disappoint, I disrespect. I have even lied.
I wrestle with myself, pretending to be a good man.
Come tomorrow, I will get up, I shall, and
I will start anew, while I hide inside my pride.
Dare I pray a little now that you understand?
I wrestle with myself, pretending to be a good man.