i really listen
or at least i try
to be a good friend
to seem better in your eyes
taking all you say to heart
even if it doesn't seem right
telling you that i understand
when you make me cry
when you tell me to snap out of it
i paste on a smile
for every inch you ask of me
i muster up a mile
putting away all my icky thoughts
seeming to be just fine
i give it all, more than all
but somehow i'm left behind
how did all this "back and forth"
become a product of my sacrifice
why don't you every stand up for me
am i just too nice
its hard to imagine that you can't see
the way i'm rotting inside