Spare Me

can not be everybodies hero

or I am not Tarzan

have no vein to swing from.

f I could I would try to save everyone,

ut who would be there to save me?

hen my eyes are not tear free.

hen everybody else's worries are killing me.

cry for you but do you cry for me?

hat's the use of me being your hero,

f you would never do the same in return.

hat's the use of me using my sorrow,

f I'm going to get burned.

ever again will I let other people's worries,

e the cause of my ashes...

Brittnay Woodward

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