Never been helped
Never been appreciated
It's kind of hard to say
Since I can't accept help needed
When others offer with open arms
It's not easy when your pride is too high
Lingering through what you're going through at a given time
Underestimated to take that chance
Where everything will seem
To beg for a change
Spent most of my life
Battling my wars alone
Why would someone care?
To share a part in my disoriented fate
Standing in the middle of a tag o' war
Feeling the pressure from both sides
Thinking to myself which way
Will lead me to success
But I'm blinded, lost the visions
Of the right path I once had
Crumbling every time my mind sees defeat
People come and go as they please
Like a busy street in New York’s most precious city
If most had gone through the trials I'm facing now
Why is it so hard to get it over it now?
Falling down to the bottom is easy
But getting back up is the part that forces a challenge
What is the price to pay for such a belief to find a way?

 
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