I see you over there
sitting in that old chair.
Your staring into space
without a smile on your face.
Your hurting so bad
and it makes me mad.
To not see a smile
when you sit there for a while.
Each day that goes by
you just want to cry.
No one will lend a hand
to help someone whose buried in the sand.
You wish you were dead
but you live instead.
I see you sitting in shame
i wonder whose the one to blame.
You want to make things right
but you just don't have the might.
You want to say what's on your mind
but your afraid it will be unkind.
Everyone says you'll be fine
but you just sit there and whine.
