Sometimes, you can't really help if they happen,
Those big things that happen to you,
Your tongues tied, your palms are sweaty
And your toes are tapping too,
That rhythm holds you,
But you're too afraid to make a sound,
You're not stuck with this mess you made,
Because you can't relate
You say you're trapped inside your walls of shame,
Refuse to take the blame,
"I shouldn't envy what you're in",
Your parents love you, but you shut them out,
You say "Justly so",
Can't say I'm proud of who you've been
Some days, you've gone too far to remember
Where it is that you've staked your claim
Sun-soaked, their dead eyes staring
Laughing at you all the same,
But you swore you warned them,
About a million times or so before
I've heard your story
So you don't need to tell me anymore