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I was listening to a song today, and part of it made me think,

"Sympathy For The Martyr"

You just can't relax,
And you can't rely,
On anyone for anything,
So you make your complaints,
And all everyone's let you down,
You just cant,
Ever win,
Convinced there's a war on,
It's always everybody versus you,
Convinced that your critics are watching,
And you've always got something,
You've always got something to prove,

So tie the noose,
And raise the cross,
The martyr's arrived,
A desperate plea for sympathy,
It's all you'll need,

A laundry list of problems,
Doesn't make you interesting,
And never getting help doesn't make you brave,
Not listening to reason doesn't mean that you have faith,
Your just cutting off your nose to spite your face,

So tie the noose,
And raise the cross,
The martyr's arrived,
A desperate plea for sympathy,
It's all you'll need!

And you want it all
You want it, you want it all,
You want it, you want it all,
You want it, you want it all,
You want it, you want it all,
You want it, you want it all,
You want it, you want it all,
You want it, you want it all,
You want it, you want it all,
You want it, you want it all,
You want it, you want it all.
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Now heres what got me,
"And never getting help doesn't make you brave"
That just seemed to make me think. Never getting help doesn't make you brave. I don't know why, but that just seemed to turn everything inside me around.
I'm just not doing good right now am I?
I keep seeming to fade into the past, the part that forever last,
Isin't it funny, how quickly the best part fades,
Yet the seeds of misery will never fade?
I open familiar drawers, find old letters, (why did THEY wright, and not the others?)