Piece by piece

Until there’s nothing left

Give and give

They still won’t know what they have

When you’re gone

The roses they’ll spread

The appreciation will occur

Only when you’re dead

It’s a shame

They still won’t understand

How to be self sufficient

Not leech off helping hands

Here I reflect

Because I know I’m the problem

I give out all my love

But for myself there’s none to pull from

What is wrong with me?

wither – raw audio

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