Story Behind The Song

An imagined commiseration with a son or daughter about their hurts.

Song Description

Comfort for the pain of growing.

Lyrics

Nobody likes to wear a broken heart
Nobody likes to feel it tear apart

And the first time?s
The worst time

Nobody wants to be a naked soul
Told to get out and in that cold

And the first time?s
The worst time

It really hurts to be in shattered dreams
When they burst and splatter at the seams

And the first time?s
The worst time

The trauma?s so intensified
If the drama?s one you?re new to try

And the first time?s
The worst time

Once you?ve experience to stack this on
Memories and knowledge you can look back on
Patterns building you can practice on

You can make yourself a thicker skin
Make doorways not so easy to kick in
Take a lesser losses over quicker wins

The future will hurt less
But never be as fresh

Maybe in that respect
Maybe in retrospect

The first time?s
The best time