It's Not Your Problem

Keep on driving past
The complete wreck
It matters not
Help is surely on the way
It's not your problem
And there will always
be the promise
of a coming day

Forget you heard me cry
I can't stand to think
You ever would think
I was meek
Weak
As if I wait to find excuses
for my curse
Decorate real pretty
my hearse

Bury me deep
Blame it all on me
And pretend not to weep

In men's eyes
I am yesterday's garbage
Another piece to the
Carnage
And maybe I make myself as such
Because the loving words
That loving touch
Was never meant for me
At least now I see