My Own Expectations

Nobody expects anything out of me
Yeah, except for my time and energy
Helping out
In the ways theyve grown accustomed
Am I worth keeping around
I gotta stay on higher ground
But the highest ground is a peak
Only big enough for one
But the burden makes one weak
Talk in my sleep
Dreams turn to nightmares
But thats no perspective to keep
Friends turn enemies
Enemies, friends
But when does that really happen
I’m lapsing into my old state of mind
Into my new state of mind
Friends become harder to find
But my rosters solid
What’s the reason to look
Would I take back the chances I took
If given the chance
Or keep with what I have
And work on the work of making it last