I am your doormat.

For what is my life?
For what do I live?
What is the meaning of my life?
What is the meaning of life?

You can't make a change.
I'm here to stay.
I've become the help and not the helper.
I know it's wrong, I should teach you to fish, not lend it to you,
But I simply don't care enough.

Please judge me with that confrontational tone.
Argue with the ones whom I dictate.
I don't know where the line stays.

You are useless and beauty is in usefulness,
You exist to please the migraines,
To teach the parasites how to lie.

You don't want credit,
A little bit of a masochist,
But when you're given one,
You never regret it.

I am your doormat.
Wipe your feet on me,
Make sure to spit the dirt on me,
Rinse thoroughly over me,
I am your doormat.

I'll clean all the mess I see,
And when I'm done, you'll come over to me,
Telling me to sweep all of yours too,
So I clean all the mess I see,
And when I'm done, you'll come over to me,
Telling me to leave your space.
The deed is done, the job is over.

When they fall,
I lend my hand to help.
They pull me down and climb on top of me.
They, at last, stand up and wipe their feet on me.
I am your doormat, clean your dirt on me.

This is what I've seen,
What I've known.
I don't know where the line stays.
I can't even define what a line is,
Just an axiom, a line is a line...

And nobody even cares,
I'm just here to babble.
If you want, babble back,
But know that nobody cares.
My eyes will hurt from tears
And salt and all emotions,
But all that matters to me
Is the sound of all the silence.

You can't stop me...

Just try...

I'm invincible...

Just try...

I am...

Your doormat!

Kill me when you can,
I exist to please you.

I'll lick your boots
And clean them up,
Because I simply want to.

Stop me if you want,
Stop me if you can,
I don't know where the line stays.
I am your doormat.
Clean your shoes on me.

Dust them off...

Don't let motivation distract you...

There is a shorter route,

You can always ask me...

I am your doormat...

I'll clean your shoes, make them sparkling clean,

Because I simply want to...

But I never said I do.

All rocks exist to get thrown in a bin,
Although many are gemstones and gold.
All those emeralds, rubies and diamonds,
They're all going in the bin.

Save me...when you have some time.
I'll help you, I promise...

Help me, unless you don't feel like it.
Then just leave me to suffocate.

I promise to frame you for achievements,
But in turn, you have to give me nothing.

Do not forget, I hold no meaning,
No beauty and no love.

Hate is a spring,
And love is the spring water.
Love is hate's child,
Hate disguised as wonder.

But hate truly is a wonder,
Dirt is great to bear.
Give me all the power,
And I'll give it to you then.

Because I am your doormat.
I clean your shoes, make them shiny.
I give you the secrets of the past,
I tell you the stories of other shoes.

I hold the golden key,
The one that helps you know more.
But all you need in a moment like this
Is the answer, simply...

I hold the answer...

I hold the answer...

Wait for me...

My darling...

Tell me I'm useless.
A bit of a masochist.
Tell me I'm stupid.
A bit of humanity.

I am not a robot,
Nor am I AI.
I am simply human,
But treat me like your mat.

All eyes are just clear mirrors,
Reflecting you inside.
All souls are dead,
Nobody's hungry for the life.

We are all dead...

We all will die,
While we're dead.

And there's no way to live without knowing what death is,
My love, the meaning of my life.

All I need is a bit of bravery,
And all will be done...

All will be done...

I can't wait...

Your heart is made of...

I will weep in silence,
You only want to hear the numbers.

As all is gone,
None will miss me.
I was simply your doormat,
You can easily replace me.

And I don't bother...