Problems
I’m getting really frustrated.
Not saying a word, cause I’m being irritated.
Trying to keep my head up, but your pushing it down.
It’s a matter of escaping my inner town.
Your own problems, you take them so massive.
On that point, you’re really intensive.
But when it comes to another’s problems, your just waving them away.
“It doesn’t matter, it’s okayâ€
What if it is not? What is the person in dispute just needs a arm to rest on?
A voice to calm her down?
You really not seeing it, are you? Are you really so ignorant?
Or is it for you just irrelevant.
It’s a matter of time you know.
At some point, people are going to break.
Scream their heads out, and blame you for it.
Because you were always there for yourself.
But never for another.
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