"Watch you from the one's to two's
From a window in a well lit room
Become a recluse and I blame myself
Cause I make things harder I'm just trying to help..."

A living door mat

Please someone tell me what to do...

Bloooooooah

I'll tell you a story if you'll listen
If you don't know where you're life should go
Raise your minds and your hearts will follow
It's written in the falling snow

Have you ever felt like a bird
That missed its flight down south?
Flying through the cold and biting winter
Trying to grasp what your life is all about

And in the trees, they listen
They have their time to bloom and grow
And I've been such a horrible example
Of how a person should learn to love their life

To be completely honest
I haven't got a god damn clue
To be there for anyone
Other than myself and it rips me apart at the seams