Sometimes I wonder
Why should I help you
When I can't even help myself
The more I carry
The better I feel
It keeps my mind off of me
Some see a strong foundation
But the few have walked their fingers through the ashes
of what is left, and they will see
There is nothing, nothing left
I've sponged in all your wrongs
I've cleansed you with these arms
Yet there is still so much to clean
If I live long enough
With things worse than death
Whose mind will I find when It's my time to lean
Some see a strong foundation
But the few have walked their fingers through the ashes
of what is left, and they will see
There is nothing, nothing left
I won't help you, I can't help you
I won't help you anymore...
Why should I help you
When I can't even help myself
The more I carry
The better I feel
It keeps my mind off of me
Some see a strong foundation
But the few have walked their fingers through the ashes
of what is left, and they will see
There is nothing, nothing left
I've sponged in all your wrongs
I've cleansed you with these arms
Yet there is still so much to clean
If I live long enough
With things worse than death
Whose mind will I find when It's my time to lean
Some see a strong foundation
But the few have walked their fingers through the ashes
of what is left, and they will see
There is nothing, nothing left
I won't help you, I can't help you
I won't help you anymore...