| The Ground They Walk On |
| Alone and pathetic bests describes me That's how things will always be Everyone treats me like a human door mat, And there's nothing I can do to change all that People blame me for all their problems Which is because they're too busy yelling at me to actually solve them Was there something I did to make them mad? Because all they ever do is make me sad Is this punishment for something I've done wrong? Can I get out of this situtation, or is this where I belong? They all turn their backs on me when I need them the most They act as if I wasn't there, as if I were a ghost Sometimes, I feel like the ground they walk on They wont appreciate me until I'm gone |