Here I sit,
Reminding myself what I am,
A friend.
Some days I forget that.
Some days I pretend it's not real
And some days
I find myself
in the space between sheets of paper.
One labeled "lover"
The other, "friend"
You treat me like a lover,
Until you remember that
I'm just another paranoid thought.
I'm not worth the trouble.
I don't know what you think.
All I want to know is what did I do wrong?
And what am I doing back at my place so early?
I'm still here for you
And
I'm really sorry I forgot my place