Hiding by Helping

Give and give and give
Help and help and help
It’s all I want to do
Maybe I can help you
I reach out and over-stretch
Love to the next poor wretch
But when I’m out and giving so
It’s hard for receiver to get to know
The man I am, the one in here
I’m stopping them getting near
The regular me, he tries less hard
He’s quieter and more relaxed by far
He’s vulnerable and exposed to them
He’s the one they end up with in the end