[verse 1: morgxn]
When i was eight years old
You took my training wheels off
Pushed me in the back
Think you even laughed when i crashed and cried for mom
[verse 2: morgxn]
And on the off chance i
Ever make it back home
I still hear your voice
Still that little boy, disappointing even though i'm grown
[pre-chorus: morgxn, morgxn & jb somers]
And that ain't healthy
So why don't you tell me
[chorus: morgxn & jb somers, morgxn]
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
[verse 3: jb somers]
I wanna ask myself
How i really feel
Wanna be allowed to say it aloud
Let it out like it's no big deal
[pre-chorus: jb somers]
But instead, i'm in a straitjacket and i can barely move
I'm so numb from being called "faggot", tryna fill the shoes
You do it 'cause your dad did it, his dad did it, his dad did it, too
Now i'm right here asking you
[chorus: morgxn & jb somers]
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
[bridge: morgxn & jb somers]
Ooh-hoo
I don't wanna be a real man
Ooh-hoo
[chorus: morgxn & jb somers]
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
[outro: morgxn & jb somers]
I don't wanna be a real man