there's a cancer.

There’s a cancer inside each of us

It just looks like different things

Could be multiplying cells

And pain inside the blood

Or a father that called you names

Or a mother that couldn’t mother

Could be a nagging insecurity

That your life is always in question

There’s a cancer inside each of us

Just looks like different things

Could be the needles left behind from taking a life

For your country, that stab everytime you move

Or a not-yet-adult lying in the highway

His life slipping away from beneath a broken helmet

Or the hard coldness of a hand

That forces you to say, “I fell down the stairs.”

There’s a cancer inside all of us

It just looks like different things

Life is about dying, and dying is about living

And that’s the cancer inside all of us.