• I don’t know how someone could treat people the way they do
    Leave them broken inside, black and blue
    And they walk around an empty shell
    Mind and heart in the depths of hell

    The weight of the world is on my shoulders
    Each falling tear a ton of boulders
    And every time I lend a hand
    It’s marked on my back with a burning brand
    But I could never let a crying pain
    Scream out loud and die in vain

    There is a job that must be done
    Broken souls with trust to be won
    I collect painful memories from anyone

    The weight of the world is on my shoulders
    Each falling tear a ton of boulders
    And every time I lend a hand
    It’s marked on my back with a burning brand
    But I could never let a crying pain
    Scream out loud and die in vain

    The pain is addicting to me
    but better than cutting to bleed
    Pain never goes away
    Attached in your mind and there to stay
    And yet somehow we grow strong enough
    to ignore the pain and put up a happy bluff

    The weight of the world is on my shoulders
    Each falling tear a ton of boulders
    And every time I lend a hand
    It’s marked on my back with a burning brand
    But I could never let a crying pain
    Scream out loud and die in vain

    And so each tear that falls
    Will walk me through the abandoned halls
    Of people who used to care
    But whose hearts are no longer there
    I will hold each trembling hand
    Help release the torment that comes from within
    I will feel the hurt, but why should that matter
    Am I too nice for my own good?