Lay your hand on mine and pull me from the tar, careful not to fall in yourself.
I swear I feel woes larger than my own sinking me deeper in to the black hole.
I see you scared and worried, the tar spreads to your feet, I say not to worry about my head; save your own.
You're loyal, yes, but stubborn is a better word.
You've forgotten your goal, you are here now to prove, its become your way from the tar.
You cuss and swear that my problems are your fault, your failure makes your own pit to yourself.
Your anger leaves me alone, yet I learned how you really are.
I sink into this tar trap but it was never about you...