Sheâ??s the rock.
While they tumble she catches them.
Picks them up again
But she doesnâ??t want to anymore
Sheâ??s bored with her surroundings
Maybe sheâ??s sick of being leaned on
Iâ??m sick of her trying to help
But underneath she has her secrets
She wonâ??t pick them up the next time.
Sheâ??s leaving too.
They think sheâ??ll always be there
This is a complex web of lies
She still hasnâ??t told them
They wonâ??t know until sheâ??s gone.
Iâ??m sick of whispering questions
Iâ??ve been doing it for too long.
