What We Fall For When We’re Already Down

I'll try to describe the way that it felt, to tell my own Mother her son is a failure. His heart is too cold to love anyone but himself

It's like stabbing an icicle straight through your chest
Your whole body shivers as it coarses your blood
And your quivering throat keeps choking on those words
"Mama, I tried a thousand times, I'm frozen to the core."
Your son is a glorious mess, who wrecks anything he adores
But deep in his center he swears there's a candle just waiting to burn
And melt

So who's gonna burn him - yeah, who's gonna break him
Into a thousand pieces melting over flames of perfection
I once felt its warmth, but it left me shivering in the dark
"Mama, I tired a thousand times - the pieces wouldn't fit."
"Son, love is a punch in the eye. It's a sudden and swift surprise
It's not a candle, it's not waiting to burn
So baby, just wait your turn. And when it hits you
You'll see through rose-colored apathy;
Through the blues that bruise can leave."

Was it really worth the wait?