This…..brings me down. Makes me sick. I play god for this.
Sometimes I feel so useless, all I ever seem to do is want this.
Is there anything left for me? I'm blinded by the light but only I can see it.
And now I'm feeling someone else's pain, what ways I suffer in this game.
Trying to help has always been my trait, But who's gonna be there to feel my hate?
There's no one,
Is there anyone?
There's no one.
This…..brings me down. Makes me sick. I play god for this.
Sometimes I feel like a doormat, I've been used so many times before and,
Still I fight your case like it is mine.
But like that doormat, you'll miss me when I'm gone. No where to wipe your feet when some things gone wrong. Is this what I deserve for being there?
There's no one,
Is there anyone?
There's no one.
Sometimes I feel so useless,
How do I get away from this?
Sometimes I feel so insane!
