I would like to curl up into a ball.
And make the world go away,
Like that old-timey song,
Get it off my shoulders.

My version though
Would not ask you,
Or anyone else to,
Say the things you used to say,

My shoulders have limits
And the endless talk, talk, talk
Needs to stop!
Silence is golden for a reason.

For no one’s words
Make the world go away.
Even when well intended
So what better than to be a ball

And just roll and roll and roll