(Verse 1: Bystander)

Your man there does me head in

With his glazed up eyes, hoodie’s up during lessons

He doesn’t speak to no one man, it’s all just depressing

He blanks the whole crowd and he never goes to seshes

And I see the lads laughing at him

When he’s only gazing down at the screen of his nokia

They laugh and they say he’s not built for today

But there’s something else there, it ain’t your typical case

He’s lost in his thoughts every minute of the day

What’s going on in his world, mind’s at a crossroads

Never seen him smile, must be at a dark hole

But peer down that hole, it could be some mental cargo

That’s some load to carry man

Cause this is some load to carry man

(Verse 2: Suicidal Person)

Dad dropped me as a kid

That’s what mammy tells me when she’s popping up her pills

Living by the needle, I just thought of ending things

For the third time since 11

Look around to the smirks, those lads do me head in

I’ve missed so much school I lost touch with all me mates

Waiting on the school bell, that chance to hide away

I wait for that oasis, that chance to slide away

Dad’s lost his third job, sister is pregnant

Bro just went and tossed himself off the highway

Mammy’s on the dole, she can’t afford her own phone

But how in god’s name can my folks hide the pain

While I’m trapped in that mindset, that wrestling match

My family sidesteps the sound of the lads

When they laugh and take the piss, i’m at the end of all the gags

And I don’t have the energy to go out and have a laugh

Nobody to speak for, to speak on my behalf

I pray there’s someone there to relate to my turmoil

When I visit his grave and my tears fall on the soil

When my sis breaks down because she can’t raise a boy

Don’t forget me, don’t kick me from the archives

It ain’t too late, don’t let your soul be destroyed

Cause this is some load to carry man

Cause this is some load to carry man

(Verse 3: Me)

All those principles out there, guess Cobain said it best

And so say all the rest

Look at your memoirs and empty photo frames

Mum and dad look back at you, see both of those names

Look up out that hole, see that pressure looming down on us

Ignore those who set the trends, those who think they built today

Look to your left, she might not be that strong

And your right hand man there hasn’t smiled in all that long

So please just take a breather, for a moment leave the reefer

Check up on those

The ones who make the jokes, well that’s just a given

I see them take the yokes as a coping mechanism

Class clowns run home and cry into all their pillows

After hours things change, and then they’re weeping willows

But you’d wish you’d been there for them if... y’know

That’s some load to carry man

Cause this is some load to carry man