Your Savior?

Everyday I awake to the reality you set in
It's funny how each born second leads no where
Like the storm without rain, I am the heart without love
The effect of all their causes
Words from my lips, too real to hear
You don't want to recognize my pain
But maybe it's better that way
I've gotten use to pretending
I suffer for you
You feed of me
At what point did I become your savior?
I can never be the mother of your needs
Only the hand that points the way
I taught you how life's too short to slow down,
and too long to keep up
We all choke on dreams and live our nightmares
Now close your eyes and say your prayers
because what else do you have