Damsel In Distress

What is the world, But an oyster to you? What are other people, If not aids to help you What purpose do you serve? What do you know how to do? Nothing. Nothing at all But sit, waiting for someone to save you. You poor damsel Always in distress I wish I could respect you But you're just too helpless Other people use their legs, Their feet, and their brain You know one day, You should do the same But you would rather be a burden It really is a shame I think you like to struggle You want life to be a pain You poor damsel Always in distress I wish I could respect you But you're just too helpless Things could be better If you would at least try But that means you actually have to do something, You prefer to just cry Cry and complain Complain, moan and sigh "World look at me, please! Or else I'll die" You poor damsel Always in distress I wish I could respect you But you're just too helpless One day I pray you learn To do things by yourself Instead of choosing not to move Without the assistance of someone else One day no one will be there To hear you when you call And the world won't stop To brace your fake fall You poor damsel Always in distress I wish I could respect you But you're just too helpless