You push your pity like a product
When I'm broke and alone
You try to sell yourself to me
Even when theres nobody home
I'm not looking for your sorrow
I don't need your sentimental shit
Stop acting like you understand
Something you would never even admit
I don't tell you my stories
Just to help you tell your own
I'm just looking for some comfort
Not all the problems that you've known
So when I ask you to listen
Don't ever claim to be
In my position by saying,
Seriously? Something like that happened to me...