We are not rubber
We are glue
Things you say stick to me
What I say sticks to you
As long as it's wet
It always sticks
Even if it's just for a little bit
Words... can make you sick
You hear what I'm saying?
Words can make you sick
But they can also make you high
High on joy
High on life
The words can make you upset
But not if you take it in stride
If you walk fast enough
Maybe it will fall off
And be gone
If you walk fast enough
Maybe it will stick on
Not gone.
.
.
.
We are rubber
We are not glue
Everything I say bounces off of me
Then bounces off of you
It's a vicious cycle
That's goes back and forth
And it can either be good
Or it can be a curse
A curse of hurt
Infinitely going
Round
And round
And round
Till yelling is the only sound
Choose kindness
Be kindness
See kindness
Do kindness
So kindness is the ball that goes round
And round
And round...