You were brought up to be such a good boy
Mommy and Daddy loved you so much
They got you all that you ever could want
You used them as a crutch.
They sent you off to the best schools
Wanted you to do so well
It just goes to show that where you will go,
Sometimes you just can't tell.
The prodigal son is dead now,
All he's left behind is a shell
That shell is you
And you're going through
Your own little piece of hell.
You were always supposed to be
Somebody who we'd all love
But you look in the mirror,
It won't get much clearer
That you're no longer a step above. . .
Everyone thought that you'd be the one
To do whatever you pleased
But now it seems that life has you down
Begging on your knees
Now you're out on the street
Living from hand to mouth:
Aren't you glad you finally made
Mommy and Daddy so proud?
The prodigal son is dead now,
All he's left behind is a shell
That shell is you
And you're going through
Your own little piece of hell.
You were always supposed to be
Somebody who we'd all love
But you look in the mirror,
It won't get much clearer
That you're no longer a step above. . .
It was never supposed to be like this, now was it?
There was never supposed to be this much pain.
But now you're going to have to live the best you can
You know that you just can't go home again. . .