So what's the point
'Cause you don't need my help
And no one can tell you shit anymore
But I can't just watch you lay there
Withering on the ground
It's okay to feel like shit sometimes
But you can't just lay down and die
These problems aren't as simple as you want them to be
But no one can tell you anything, anything
This pattern of disorder is now dragging you under the wake
And no one can tell you
What's done is done
You can't take it back now
Nothing is alright
These problems aren't as simple as you want them to be
But no one can tell you anything, anything
This pattern of disorder is now dragging you under the wake
And no one can tell you