You push yourself down;
Then pull yourself up.
You tell yourself nothing you do will ever be enough to try.
When you're the one who told the lie.

You cry over pain?
I believe your respect is in vain.
Your sense, you were the one who let it be slain.
You made the stain.

But still it's fine.
Something makes your life divine.
Even if you cross the line.
You have someone there, to help you at all times.

If you'd see how great you could be.
If you'd at least speak to yourself honestly.
Maybe you'd be able to see.
It's up to you, either way;
Not me.

So if you're lost, truly.
Don't come to me.
I cannot help you until you see.
But i your guide, i can still be...