My Life Is For You

My life is for love but I hate my life, To give everyone what they need just gets me in strife. I love to help and make you happy, But I ignore my needs, I feel like the content of a nappy, Your needs always come first, I consider your feelings but I just feel worse. I am the ladder for you to climb, To better your life, one rung at a time. I, in the meantime, am walked all over, Trampled into the ground, feeling like Rover. I try to change, think of number one, But when your what I need, myself I have just done. I revert to normal to get what I want, But loose you the same and just turn to the plonk. I fear if I change I’ll become like the rest, An Arsehole, a Wanker, and that’s just at best. So I stay as I am to feel like Pooh, For my life is to love and it’s all for you.