كلمات Troubled Son

So you wanted happiness, oh Well, I'm not one to second-guess I oughta get myself in check, oh Before I'm left alone again As I caught my own reflection We were just making conversation to pass the time I never doubted my dependence But now it's retrospective, let's draw the line I'm a troubled son I come undone Then I cut and run I'm a troubled son Maybe there's a time or place, oh For me to set the record straight Maybe I could save some face, oh I need to feel safe In this darkness, I remain I'm still standing in the rain, do you hear my call? As it echos through my veins And a lifetime of mistakes, just see my fall I'm a troubled son I come undone Then I cut and run I'm sick and I'm tired of second-guessin' Maybe in time, I'll learn my lesson I've said some things, I've made a mess And I'm facing my sins, this life is precious I'm sick and I'm tired of second-guessin' Maybe in time, I'll learn my lesson I've said some things, I've made a mess And I'm facing my sins tonight I'm a troubled son I come undone Then I cut and run I'm a troubled son I'm a troubled son I come undone Then I cut and run I'm a troubled son I'm a troubled son (I'm sick and I'm tired of second-guessin') I'm a troubled son (maybe in time, I'll learn my lesson) I'm a troubled son (I've said some things, I've made a mess) I'm a troubled son (and I'm facing my sins tonight) I'm a troubled son