Whose help did you need now?

I hear all that smoke makes you break, out.
Is that why you’re letting your roots grow out?
And those nails don’t look so good anymore.
Do they to you?
Oh, man. I am in tears for you as I can see your eyes on the verge of bleeding.
It must be hard to smile under all the turmoil.
Then again, it’s probably easier to smile than to cry.