"REAL MAN" lyrics

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

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
And that ain't healthy
So why don't you tell me

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
Then seeing both sides and
If it's more about bearing arms than holding hands
I don't wanna be a real man

I wanna ask myself
How I really feel
Wanna be allowed to say it aloud
Let it out like it's no big deal
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

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
Then seeing both sides and
If it's more about bearing arms than holding hands
I don't wanna be a real man

Ooh, ooh, I don't wanna be a real man
Ooh, ooh, 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
Then 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

I don't wanna be a real man