A childhood myth, that sidewalk cracks hold the key to break a mother's back, but if the issues are only in her head it makes no difference where you tread. On thin ice like broken glass and giving in way too fast. Like all these walking wounded, withering away. She tried to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders and save the day, but life broke her back anyway.
A childhood missed as sidewalks part is a perfect way to break a father's heart. But if the issues are only in your head it makes no difference what he said. A poisoned well can overflow watching hurt people hurt people. Walking. Wounded and withering away. He tried to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders and save the day, and his heart gave out anyway.
I'm not resposible for the malady in you. I have no insight as to what you'll need to help you pull through. I've got some demons of my own to slay before I try and save the day. But I'll carry the weight of the world on my shoulders for you...so you can walk away.
ASCAP/ A Little To No Talent
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