It's hard for me to understand, Why I continue to force my hand. Because it's clear from the start, That my place in your heart, Is a drop in a barren wasteland.
I just don't get why I'm not enough, I guess I just don't have the right stuff. Maybe I just care too much, About your emotional well being and such, But I guess I'll just keep calling your bluff.
Friendship is hard for me to obtain, Because few that I try with seek mutual gain. I'm simply used as a crutch, A safety net you can clutch, Then you recover and never see me again.
So do me a favor and make intentions known, That way I can help you reap what you've sewn. And at the cost of my soul, You'll finally hit your goal, And I'll stay being the friend you disown.