Lyrics:

I know you're tired of being cut open
And hearing your wounds are too much to take
I know you think you were born to be broken
But trouble's the cost of being awake
Don't take it heavy on your good shoulders
We circle back 'round the sun every day
Don't take it on you, it's just the cold truth
Nothing comes easy except for pain

You let your dreams go out there on the road
Running with eyes closed, trying to survive
What can a friend do to try and convince you
That trouble's the cost of being alive?
Don't take it heavy on your good shoulders
We circle back 'round the sun every day
Don't take it on you, it's just the cold truth
Nothing comes easy except for pain
So gather your flowers, plant all your roses
Build up a garden in your mind's eye
Of all the good things creeping up like spring
They'll soothe the cost of what's left behind
Don't take it heavy on your good shoulders
We circle back 'round the sun 'til it fades
Don't take it on you, it's just the cold truth
Nothing comes easy except for pain