I'm the middle..
The problem solver
The listener..
Your rock.
You talk of dying..
You talk like all is lost...
And then you stand there and ask how i am..
Do you know whats its like to be where i am?
I'm sure you relate partially..
but if i didn't know better I'd swear you were trying to kill me
I'm always going to try and help
but just listen to me when you ask
I'll let you complain again and again
I always have before
Your hurting again I know
but pain is part of life
believe me I know.
You talk of dying
Your so stubborn..
You can't see whats here
You can't see what will be lost..
I'm always going to be here
I don't care if you hear what i feel
you know I've always tried to solve it for u
just because you've said its wrong
