I'm the person they all come to, when they need a helping hand,
and I'm happy that's the role I play, though it's not the one I planned.
Yet who can I go to, when I'm the one that's breaking?
When my mind's a mess, and my heart just keeps on aching.
Perhaps I should just sit here, shaking all alone,
pretending I am doing just fine, wearing a mask of stone.