A Comma

I've shut my windows and demanded a breeze
I'm wondering what's wrong with me
I'd like to be an open book
But honesty strides like a crook

I'm struggling to find a way
One day soon I'll find my place

Life's gotta get easier
Can't carry a heavy heart into another year
Life's gotta get easier
No heavy hearts in my next year

I pray for punctuation, Lord, be a comma
Or better karma
Or a sweeter situation
I'm dressing wounds I cannot see
Someone else's beasts are riding me

I know this pain isn't mine
Yet I feel it all the time

Life's gotta get easier
Can't carry a heavy heart into another year
Life's gotta get easier
No heavy hearts in my next year

Life has got to get easier