Sometimes
all of the world is on my shoulders.
The pain is a noose around my neck,
tight and threatening.
Have you ever been overwhelmed
by the hatred in our hearts?
Some days it seems so right
to jump.
Sometimes
all of the world is on my shoulders.
The pain is a noose around my neck,
tight and threatening.
Have you ever been overwhelmed
by the hatred in our hearts?
Some days it seems so right
to jump.