Too Much to Ask You, the one who's supposed to make things better.

I'm sitting in my car, swimming in my sweat.
This kind of lull is deep and oh it hurts.
It's not so much the unknown, but more his voice.
It strains out to no avail until I can hardly take it.
While hiding in my ipod only brings me more guilt.
But I didn't ever do anything.
And they never did what they promised to do, eighteen years ago.
Guess what?
People can't pull though, so neither can I.
Don't expect me to reach out and help you, I'm far to young for this burden.
Just please get me out of this vicious circle called unhappiness.