reach out a hand to help others
instead of helping myself
their happiness and well being is far more meaningful than mine
reach out to help those in need of an ear
to take my mind off the pain and emptiness inside
not as a distraction but a true sincerity
i care too much and i play my role
it's not an act, it's just a face to keep them stable
and going, talking, venting it out
letting it out onto the shoulder of someone who can bear it
it's okay, it's alright - i can handle it, i'll listen and do my best to help
and ask for nothing in return, because it's not your concern
here to be used, to be useful, and it's okay
it's alright, i don't mind
touch the tulips with two lips and whisper your secrets
i'll guard them with my life behind my wall
the wall that keeps me propped up for you to lean on