I'll teach you how to feel

simple, pure and directly from mind to paper

Why do I know so much about other people's lives? 
When you should wake up and when you start dreaming during those magic nights. 

I know who you should trust and when to cry, 

I know of your sorrows, your tragedy, your pain, I feel all those things like blood in my veign.
Yet I feel helpness and numb at times trying to build something up in my own life. 

I'm not an architect, I'm not a mason, 

I can barely control my hands, they are shaking heavily, because of those problems I'm facin'.
I'm lacking self-confidence, 

I've been lacking it for so long, in my own eyes every step I take is wrong. 
But I can make you happy,

 I can dry your tears, I can defend you from all those monsters which are your fears. 
I don't beg you to trust me,

 I can only give you my hand, all those downs in my life made me a master of mend. 

Life is built of good times and bad ones. 

Good times often don't weigh enough to settle those sad nights but crying has never won anyone's fights.

-janxedge