You're my friend, a good friend,
Yet I still don't understand you.
You play a game you don't like, 
but sometimes you do.

Sometimes you do like to talk
About things you wouldn't say.
And although you're annoyed with her,
You say you'll marry her someday.

You say you'll marry her someday
Or grow old with cats of twenty,
But what I don't understand is
Why you'd tell me things a-plenty?

Why you would tell me things a-plenty
Blows my imagination
I want to help but your stubbornness
Makes it a hard situation.

It makes it a hard situation
When your solution is to cut
and to keep it to yourself--
The pain you keep shut.

The pain you keep shut I can't help
But please put it to an end,
I worry about you because
You're my friend, a good friend.