Sometimes people just don't understand
The details of who you are and where you stand
Because more often than not, their criticisms
Are wrong, but they still tend to make you feel weak.
You say their words will never get to you
And that nothing they say will ever be true
And the thing is it won't but the words have a way
Of cutting straight through you like butter.
Because the wounds never quite healed all the way
So often you're left all alone through the day
And the people that said "I will never leave you"
Were always the first ones to go.
The places you lived at were temporary
And ceiling you stared at could seem quite scary
Because the people were walls that held it up
And we know that they don't stay for long.
There was always something about this life
That for some reason was never quite right
And we're supposed to choice our destiny
But how? Is there even a future?
If only at one stop along the long way
Someone came along that was here to stay
Then maybe for more than a second of our lives
We'd have someone on whom to rely.
So here we stand in the middle of the road
Wishing there was someone share the load
Because it's heavy you know, but day by day
We handle out burdens alone.