In my merry days I desire company For if they appear only in my dark days I know they pity me They feel I'm in need For alone I fail to breathe But how false that is, For then I know They are the ones that come and go Not the ones that stay. I need them in all my days.
I want to thank those people who are with me in my dark as well as happy days. But for those who were there only in my dark days. I'm sorry to say, but I dislike pity.