I always seem to make the same mistakes,
The kinds that are hard to fix, I start to feel the weight
I think I saw you grow up on the wrong side of the fence
Child best-friends but now you have a sense
that only pretty kids and happy kids
get to be in your bubble
I want you to say I’m here for you
But though you make it seem subtle
it feels like a shock wave, cast me in a grey hue
How would it feel to be walked all over?
Well now I know
I don’t think you can sink any lower
These seeds you sow
Have inflicted irreversible pain
And now I’m carrying around my body of clay
I’m carrying around my own dead weight.