Your barriers clash with mine
always feeling like a therapist, just get in line
your personalities like grenades set in double time
new fuels to the fires of the bottom line
wouldn’t change it, but I’m trying, feeling guilt like slime
wish I could be better, but the pressure blinds
so many things to juggle, can’t keep my tears confined
knowing that you need me more than I can provide
feels my heart beyond capacity, keeps me satisfied
keeps me wanting to thrive, to stay alive
to do more than just survive these troubling times by
breaking the cycle, pushing you above the sky