You spread yourself so very thin,
Leaving nothing for yourself, nothing for just you
Too busy pleasing, bringing others their smile
The open hands and needful faces, they multiply
Reaching, clawing, begging you,
Asking, calling, demanding, yelling
Taking, Always taking, Never helping
At the cost of who you are
This house of cards will fall
You, you will break into two parts
Then Two into Four
More, and more, smaller and smaller
And every little piece will shatter
Until they number in the millions
All that will be left, dust
Upon the dreams, covering the longing
the unanswered calling,
Dust and what if's...
No One around to care for you.