Crutch
You tap your finger
on the glass, consuming

Tired and cold, so slow
Tried and thrown, so cold

You look right through me
Into my eyes, consumes me.

I look for answers
I try hard, so I find
I ask the questions
Always wondering, wondering why
Someone tell me something please

Brace yourself
I'm not proud
Brace yourself
Leave me here
Brace yourself
I'm not proud
Brace yourself
Leave me here, alone.

I am broken, soft spoken, and rolling,but why?

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