I’ve tried to be the one
who anyone could turn to.
Problem is, I always get hurt
in the process of lending a hand.
Others can count on me
but I can’t count on anyone.
In my time of need,
there’s no one to rescue me.
I’m sick and tired of people
telling me what they think I want to hear
cause when push comes to shove,
their words are useless, empty promises
that lingers in the polluted air
then crashes to the ground
with a force of vengeance.