Sympathetic sickness

Try to wing it, pretend you're okay with it.
You have nothing to do with it, do you?

Don't know if it's always been this hard for you...
breaking, crushing you.

So you've left it up to me.
The cancer still gives and we still take.

Don't tell me this, pretend you're okay with it.
Be more sympathetic towards my sickness.

Don't know if it's always been this hard for you...
breaking, crushing you.
I'm on your side.

Don't know if it's always been this hard for you...
breaking, crushing you.
I'm on your side.

How can you breathe and stand calmly?