There’s nothing you can do for me,
that I can not do for myself.
Your little brother’s gonna be,
a burning light or living hell.
See all these insecurities,
are what keep him from getting help.
It makes no difference don’t you see,
either way I’ll be wishing you well.
There’s something I can do for you,
that surely once was done for me.
See your kid brother understands,
only what is in his hands.
Without these insecurities,
he wouldn’t have the strength to stand.
It’s like I’ve said this all before,
just grains of sand through my hand.