You come to me and
ask me for advice
Let me tell you something
I may be your friend your brother
but I can't give you any

I got enough issues myself
I can't always help you
with your problems
I've thought about it over and over again
I'm just not built that way

Drowning in my own sorrow
I've tried but my life
isn't always iced sweet
I've been abused before
in ways you can't imagine
My life is full of hatred an unfinished puzzle

I've been to hell and back
friends ask me for advice
but I can't help them
I got personal problems in my own life
so go ahead and pass me that knife.