"It's not your battle,
Not your fight"
But I can't give up
I can't give in
Not when it comes to my friends
I can't seem to fight my own.
But noone's there to fight them
for me.
I can only stand back up
when you push me down.
I won't give in,
but i might give up
My dreams and aspirations
I'll fall down
And get back up
On my own
'Cause noone will help me anyway
So why ask?
I'm noone's best friend,
but I treat everyone like mine,
because I don't know different,
unless you are the opposite.

"Fight your own battles"
they tell me
But I can't
I don't know how.
Not anymore.
I buried my troubles
like trash in the landfill
But they will contaminate
The waters of my life.

I would love to do what they tell me
Give in.
It's the hardest thing to do
Give up.
It's all I want to do.
But I'm afraid that if i do
I won't be remembered.

Noone will remember the girl
dressed brightly
Smiling the biggest
Speaking the loudest,
But talking the softest
Who tried to help everyone,
But was helped by noone
Lost her temper
at the slightest mis-maneuver
When she finally fell to her knees
Not remembering how to pray

So I sit on the floor in my chaotic world,
because the throne was burned long ago
and I watch the outside
And smile
doing what i know how
Just helping
And keeping the tears back
From drowning me

Keeping strong
When all seems lost
Because I don't have the worst

But noone touches me,
as they tell me to back down
What they don't understand
is that it's all i have left.

I can't feel
With nothing to touch
'Cause if I reach out,
they'll all back away
Then I'll be lost
Forever in my poisoned mind
With its wreaths of spider webs
And dead moths.

So, It's not my fight?