If my world turned at the same pace as yours
I'd be making loads of cash
So I could buy him a better situation
And purchase her some peace
But my world is sorely out of tune
And she's trying to heal in the living room
If he thinks that it will get better
Why does he cry with me when he's scared
He's trusting Him and I'm trying
But I'm visually impaired
Can't stop thinking about my precious time
And how it may be growing short
All I want is a conversation in the living room
Cuz I'd give her my world