“Let me ask you”

 

I was just thinking, my friend

That life must be pretty easy for you

Sure, you have your share of problems

We all do

But are your problems all that bad?

Let me ask you

 

Do you ever have to ask yourself

Will someone be there to pick me up when I fall?

I thought not

You have friends innumerable

So that one, such as I, does not matter

No one knocks you down

Because everyone’s on your side

 

Do you ever have to ask yourself

Would anyone care if I was dead?

I thought not

It’s never entered your head

You know someone’s there for you

Any problem you can take to them

It must be a nice feeling, I wish I had

 

Do you ever feel that your life’s not worth living?

I thought not

Well, I do

Don’t worry though, I don’t blame you

You want to be my friend

You’re one of very few

I don’t know why, I should decline

I’ll just be a burden to you

And why have my burden, when you deserve few?

 

Tell me, my friend, why do you care?

If I were to leave, there’d be someone else there

So would that be your biggest problem?

That I really doubt

My friendship, I’m sure, you could live without

You have your problems, and I have mine

Yours may make you cry, while mine no longer can

Whose problems are worse, I cannot say

While yours make you feel bad, mine have taught me not to feel

Except that I hope that live remains easy for you