Not your saviour

I am not your goddamn saviour

I’ll never want for you to shave your

Head and be my devotee

Climb on my pedestal, you’ll see

How the writhing, pining masses

Block the routes where I can flee

The worshippers who lift me’ll

Make a prisoner of me

How they yearn to drink my sorrows

And to dream of my tomorrows

Eat my words so they can borrow 

Bits and pieces of my soul

In an attempt to stitch together

Something warm to fill the hole 

Deep down they know it won’t stay full

The void collapses inward

Each collapse still takes its toll

But hey, maybe that’s my role

For me to learn to heal my chasm

And resist the stronger pull

To lay my heart out

Unprotected

While my words are insurrected

And my motives are rejected

My intentions aren’t protected

New meanings are selected

Without my knowing

Because no matter what I do,

The message still depends on you

I don’t know what you’ve been through

Don’t bother lending me your shoe

I’ve got my own two feet to walk on

And my pensive points to talk on

So if what you want’s to stop on

By and share some conversation

Be my guest

Stay a while, have a rest

Let your soul be nurtured

Cuz your own body knows what’s best

I don’t have the tools to heal you

Though if you stick around for tea

You might just find your ailments easing

But that’s the medicine, not me