• I build you up,
    Relieve your pain,
    Dry your tears,
    Let you walk all over me.

    But when is it my turn,
    To be built up,
    To be relieved of my pain,
    To have my tears dried?

    Never,
    Because I'm just here to be used,
    Then thrown away,
    Then used again.

    I'm here for everyone but me,
    To make everyone else happy,
    To keep the pain bottled up inside,
    To suffer my entire life.