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