I'm the booster of the good moods shown amongst us. I withstand to be affected by their romance. And I am the one who tastes the air for opportunities so their insecurities will not take a glance.

I adopt their enemies as if were my own. I face their fears and when I do, I do it alone.
And my mouth speaks what they think when they've had too much to drink as I camouflage myself into what I've blown.

Me, the absorber of it all. Caught between the ones I help and my own sores. And terrorizing my own self, never easier than this, what I became.

I resignate what others want must come first and that a hug to any friend's too close for comfort. That what they expect from me I've accepted silently and it's sad to see how things are turning for the worse.

Me, the absorber of it all. Caught between the ones I help and my own sores. And terrorizing my own self, never easier than this, what I became.

Shall I endure, shall I rest? Shall I start thinking about me and not what's for their best? And stop taking it all in.

Me, the absorber of it all. Caught between the ones I help and my own sores. And terrorizing my own self, never easier than this, what I became.