I'm coming to help
Yesterday I had a breakdown
Because my brother left me alone
To my misery in hell
I'm coming to help
It's always me that does it all
It's always me who comes to help
But why not her? Why not him?
Feelings are dumb and painful
And my heart knows that best
But besides that
All I know are feelings
I'm coming to help
I help thanks to these feelings
One look in the eye and I see you
I see your heart and mind
I'm coming to help
I always say
I'm coming to help
When will someone tell
Me?
I'm coming to help
Thanks to feelings I help
Thanks to helping I smile
Through the pain
That feelings give
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