Another Ballad

We're a lost generation, no one will ever understand
But our feet gave up on us,
They nailed these crosses to our hands.
They said we didn't make no sense, they robbed us of our innocence,
Our demons are the only ones that hear our cries at night.
What more can you take from me?

My heart is on my sleeve, my once-raised glass shattered
And break into a million pieces along with my hopes and dreams.
It seems the more I lose, the more you gain but still I wait for my cut,
Though this hope is wearing thin.
What more can you take from me?

Dear mother, here's another ballad for you.
I've lost the war and all my fears, they came true.
Dear mother, here's another ballad for you.
Signed sincerely, your burden, your bastard son.