Sitting here, feeling alone
No one to talk to on the phone

Even there was I couldn't
Because complain ~ I shouldn't

I feel like no one is there for me
I mean, it's pretty easy to see

One has to work more than he should have to
Because the other one seems to think staying home is his due

I understand the former's frustration
Some people seem to want to live about their station

However, I feel that I am being used
I feel my kindness is being abused

Although I dare not say a word
For me to complain, that thought is absurd

Everyone has it much worse than I
I dare not complain, because then they deny

Let me say once more that I feel taken advantage of
I think that it may be time to implement some "tough love"

There is only so much I can take
Before my temper takes over and makes the earth quake

I think it is time for an intervention
Before I break ties with the best of intentions