All my life I have stood behind
Never the first thought on anyone's mind
Always sitting here alone
I've got no messages on my phone
As I look into the light
I don't see too much that is right
Why is there so much pain?
A thought that is always on my brain
I've stopped a dozen suicides
I've seen through a million lies
I can see what you really feel
I know what is really real
I've fed the homeless
And given hope to the hopeless
I don't try to be Jesus
But I care about the least of us
I'm really far from good
But I try to do as is should
I never hold on to any friend's
But I always try to make amends
I help them through their strife
But in the end it's not my life
I'm returned to myself
Content to sit as a picture on a shelf
When I need someone to lean my shoulder on
Why are they always so far gone
It always hurts but I don't know why
When did I become the catcher in the rye?