A Comma کے بول

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