REAL MAN Songtext
von morgxn

When I was eight years old
You took my train wheels off
Pushed me in the back
Think you even laughed when I crashed
And cried for mom

And on the off chance I
Ever make it back home
I still hear your voice
Still that little boy
Disappointed even though I′m grown
And that ain't healthy
So why don′t you tell me


What's it like to be a real man?
Holding doors, holding tears in
What's it like to have a ball and chain
On every little thing you do and say?
If it′s more about dividing
Than seeing both sides and
If it′s more about bearing arms than holding hands
I don't wanna be a real man

I wanna ask myself
How I really feel
Wanna be allowed to say it aloud
Let it out like it′s no big deal
But instead I'm in a straight jacket
And I can barely move
I′m so numb from being called faggot
Trying to fill the shoes you do

'Cause your dad did it
His dad did it
His dad did it too
Now I′m right here asking you


What's it like to be a real man?
Holding doors, holding tears in
What's it like to have a ball and chain
On every little thing you do and say?
If it′s more about dividing
Than seeing both sides and
If it′s more about bearing arms than holding hands
I don't wanna be a real man
Ooh, I don′t wanna be a real man
Ooh

What's it like to be a real man?
Holding doors, holding tears in
What′s it like to have a ball and chain
On every little thing you do and say?
If it's more about dividing
Than seeing both sides and
If it′s more about bearing arms than holding hands
If it's more about faking who I really am
I don't wanna be a real man

I don′t wanna be a real man