No matter what, things come back to me.

I can scream, and cry.

I can even come to pulling something to my wrist,
Just as those depressed one that can't handle it all.

If other's can't handle things when they fire back,
If they all crumble or fall before those things,
How am I supposed to be able to take this?

I'm now the strongest one there is,
I can barely handle this world as it is!

How do you even expect me to be able to take any of this?

I don't even do anything wronge,
But I do pay for what someone else had done.

Their problems are what I pay for,
Their mistakes, Their choices,
That's what's coming back to me!

What they put out,
Comes to me.

I've seen this, and can't escape the facts.