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 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

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