It's hard for time to slip through crevices,

When infinite rubber cement fills these cracks,

And it's hard for money to win the war,

When the war has already been won.



It's hard to retrace a childhood,

When death has burned these documents into ashes,

And it's so hard to look the other way,

When the muscles in my neck stiffen.



It's hard to hear you out,

When the sounds are constricted by my tangled emotions,

And when you sing peaceful lullabies,

The thunderous music drowns your voice.



It's hard to walk on ice,

When the "thin ice" sign fell through,

And it's definitely hard to laugh,

When my stomach is filled with such pain.



It's hard to walk all the way there,

When my legs have weakened,

And it's hard for me to smile,

When my jaws have weakened as well.



It's hard for me to know,

When the facts aren't proven,

It's even harder for me to think,

When my brain has collapsed.



It's hard for my blood to circulate,

Especially when my heart is broken,

I can't even believe you,

When you lie like you do.



It's hard to say when it will be easy,

For the easy way out is hard.