I feel I’m carrying a ton,
My backs about to break.
If one more problem comes my way,
This whole load is gonna break.
I feel like my body,
Is holding the weight of my life.
I’m holding the world on my back,
While I walk up these stairs with strife.
And when a problem comes crashing into me,
Trying to bring me back down,
I have to keep my balance,
And keep off that frown.
Who’s going to catch me now,
I’m falling to the floor?
Who’s going to keep me safe?
I don’t want to feel pain no more.
Who’s going to keep me awake?
I’m falling fast asleep.
Who’s going to keep me from drowning?
The water is getting so deep.
Who’s going to hold me,
When I feel like I need to be held?
Who’s going to save me from my problems,
When I need someone to be my shield?
Who’s going to wipe away my tears,
When they’re what I’m drowning in?
Who’s going to keep my from losing,
When I really want to win?
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I'm not a b***h without a cause, my cause is to be a b***h. Good friends will give you directions up the stairs of life, but best friends walk you up those stairs.
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