I'm suppost to be looked up to
I'm suppost to be a guide.
Why?
Whats so good that I do?
You don't know me and you never will
Theirs so many things I hide inside but I can't tell you
Theirs so many things you can't see
So stop coming to me
It won't work out in the end
Honestly what good do you see in me
When I've failed in so many ways
In so many thing
What do you want from me?
