Hopeless

There is a deep deadly sadness growing inside of me it hurts to be here but I can’t leave
And  if I found a way to walk away, well where then what would I be?
I’d  be useless to you and worse to me and I don’t get any better on self-pity
I don’t get anything else just this bit of time so I, I, I, I

I’d like to help you up, I’ve got power to spare
Don’t  believe for a second that there’s no one else there
I’ve  got enough for you even in the depths of my despair
I will help you up, I’ve got power to spare

I  feel the same way towards everything from a tiny worm to a leaning tree
I love the underdog every time I’m not sure why or what it means
Inequities in power compel me to try and overwhelming odds are when I thrive
I’m not happy just on my game and one more time I’ll try to explain