Sometimes I wonder if being me is the right thing to do
I let others walk over me, it's something I'm used to
I give all my support and advice
I paint my soul on all I meet in my life
I give and I pour and I never ask for anything in return
And they weigh me down, make me bleed and watch me burn
They sink their claws into my skin
They use my body to climb higher than I have been
I endure the the sufferance and tolerate the pain
I support everyone and get left in the rain
Now I'll withdraw myself from everything
Because I am so tired of being absolutely nothing.
I am different from the rest I know
But if I change I'd have nowhere to go
For if I'm not me I have no purpose to chase
Even if this is something alone that I have to face
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