Most of me
Feels sorry for others suffering
And instead of complaining about the video buffering
I'm trying to showcase help
This world makes me say whelp
I have to be the source of all the solutions
But instead of finding conclusion
People just avert me with verbal intrusions
Telling me i care too much and I'm in delusion
But i think my life speaks other wise
But i don't expect you to know
I do expect better out of you
Because that's how i think
I know it's oddly distinct
Most of us are just souls tapering off into the rink
Ready to get pushed and shoved down