And then you ask
and wonder and such
you take it personal
but you're out of touch

it's not in you
that I find faults
it's in myself
and my minds endless vaults

to think it's so easy
to be so inept
you don't understand
that I don't feel that depth

you want me to be
a token of sorts
and you know deep inside
that it's all in reports

I don't tell you why
cuz it's just not important
but you think that it is
and so, well...

I know it seems strange
all that I do
but the thing is you see
I feel that it's true

sometimes a stranger
needs someone to talk to
sometimes it's me
that has to bring them through

sometimes I'm that stranger
and it takes another turn
this time it's for me
it's my time to learn

the teacher appears
when the student needs teaching
it's not about about friends
when it's someone that's reaching

for there is a plan
and every moment comes clear
that it's me that's inside
and I'm covered in fear

others that know me
they know where I mope
they know how to hurt
but not about how I cope

I take it inside
and twist it to pieces
and then let it out
in a way that eases

I don't want to hurt
nor to have others
but sometimes it happens
and we're all really brothers

the dramas in life
that bring us so down
it's those moments I feel
where a king gets his crown

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