so much can be stolen when we live for ourselves
I can't live this way much It makes life a hell

I'll give all to others and hope for the best
trusting giving to others will end the aching in my chest

some call me modest and selfless and look on with pride
others call me selfish and foolish and see hate in my eyes

whatever they do I hope my actions keep true
because one day I hope I can laugh it off with you

i'll cut off bit by bit of the dreams I have left
cause the things I want for myself seem to be taken by theft

my words fall on deaf ears as if they're pretended
cause so many others left their dreams unattended