My mother told me I had nothing to do with it
"Just leave the mess that I made on the floor"
But how can we leave a broken jar in a pile like that
Is this why we travelled then till now?
But now I'm flying up into the sky
My father told me "take a look in the mirror girl"
Assuming he's doing the thing that's right
But all accumulation ends up a sorry sight
Those things are just not worth the wasted time
When now i could carry a burden so light
The fight the feud
One day we will make it
The fight the feud
One day we will make it
He took my hand and laid the pile on the tablecloth
Touching the pieces that had hurt the most
Can any counter keep me from realizing my
My only answer is my only hope
That my life is not for me to worry about