We try so hard to please,
Yet still it doesn't meet their needs
It feels as endless as counting leaves
The leaves on the trees
They wave in the wind
And fall to the floor
You try to open a new door
And still you're bombarded with more
We try so hard to please
We thrive to meet their needs
They call us names
They tell us we are a waste of space
That we need to be stayed with mace
Soon we begin to believe
We really want to leave
We contemplate the end
Our wounds refuse to mend
We try the blades
We try the pills
We try the rope
But still they stop us
They tell us they need us
That they wish to please us
They say they will miss us
But really they don't wanna be the reason
The reason we won't live til next season
