not again

waiting for the day they feel good
yes. it happened yet again.
and it seems that the casting of the victim never changes.
look right through me look right through me
what is wrong?
innocence.
going nowhere going nowhere
if you save a scorpion, there's nothing holding it back from stinging the hand it's on.
but yet you don't curse and smash it to pieces.
no expression no expression
you still disentangle it from the mess it got into.
you don't run away from it.
no one knew me no one knew me
you get closer and hope it trusts you enough to allow you to help.
and you pray it doesn't sting you again.
i find it kinda funny i find it kinda sad