He can't hang out,
She doesn't have time.
"I'm really busy";
It's the same, old rhyme.

Excuses, rainchecks,
They all fall into a pile.
Plans that fall through;
It gets tiring after a while.

Constantly pushed to the side,
Never a priority or top-of-the-list.
Always just an after-thought.
You get the gist.

Sometimes it's hard,
Being "the dependable one";
"The one that's always there",
When everyone else is gone.

Don't you know that
I need someone, too?
Someone always there,
Through and through?

Someone to hold me
On my darkest days;
Someone to make me
Feel better in a manner of ways.

Sometimes it's lonely,
Being my own friend.
It fills me with sorrow,
Sorrow that will hurt 'til the end.