I’m not supposed to bleed
To cry or fall apart
I’m meant to be the source of strength
It’s all I have to offer
If I don’t have that
Then I don’t have anything
I guess I gave out everything
There’s nothing left for me
No well for me to draw from
My heart has all run dry
And if I can’t lift myself up
What good am I to someone else?
Who helps out the helper
When the helper falls?