The Mayans

I was supposed to be a father

I was supposed to be a lover

I was supposed to be another of the ones you look up to

And belong to a family

And be a better man

I was supposed to belong to You

And the clock on the wall says the sky is going to fall

But Christmas Day is almost here

And I ain't ready to be judged

So please don't say that this is the end of our days

You have no idea what that kind of implication would do

To my heart

To my health

To my brain