When I lose my will to try, all I can seem to do is cry. I can't do it on my own, I won't get through this alone. But every time I try to ask for help, it feels like all I think about is myself. So I live with it all, and make sure I catch you before you fall. I won't let you hurt, no matter how hard it is on me, it's just the way things have to be. I'm starting to believe, helping you is actually helping me. I know you've been where I have, I know you've cried similar tears over the years. If I can help you get through this, why can't I help myself? Why can't I do this?
