It’s The World

It’s an echo of your childhood
It’s another broken link
It’s the silence of your father
It’s the dirty kitchen sink

It’s the never-changing landscapes
And the lover far away
It’s the endless nervous phone calls
From the friends who walked away

It’s the whistling in the darkness
It’s the constant hacking cough
It’s the slow-drip social torture
On the days you’ve had enough

It’s the hiding in the bathroom
It’s the words you didn’t mean
It’s the tears of college roommates
Placing flowers at the scene

It’s the world that isn’t fair
It’s the praise that wasn’t there
It’s the world that isn’t fair
It’s the world