A Tale By Quincy Songtext

von The Weeknd

(That′s it)
Looking back now I didn't know what it was supposed to be
And, and it′s like raising' kids, man
If you weren't raised, you don′t know how to raise, you know?
I just did the best that I could with them because
They know fucking well I love them

But I didn′t do the best I could
I didn't know what the fuck I was doing
I didn′t

I will never forget watching my mother get put in a straight jacket
And taken out of my home when I was only seven years old
She was diagnosed with Dementia praecox and put in a mental institution
Leaving my daddy alone with me and my little brother Lloyd

I later had an evil stepmother
Who further cemented the idea that I didn't need a mother
Growing up without one
Had long lasting impressions I didn′t fully understand until much later in life

It bled into my relationships with family
And those I had become romantically involved with
Whenever I got too close to a woman I would cut her off
Part of that was vindictive and partially based on fear
But it was also totally subconscious
Looking back is a bitch, isn't it?
(Ah, ah, ah)