So you cut everyone out
At the time it seems
You need friends the most?

Me, who over looks your so called
"Flaws" that everyone tells me
To be weary of?

Why do this now Penguin
You're hurting me inside
Where I sit alone in my empty chest

I will still be here
If and when you decide to
Walk right back in

Because I'm a hypocrite
And I cut people out of my life
But they can't cut me when they say they need me most

I will be here sitting
Waiting patiently if you
Ever turn around from where ever you're walking to

I'll be here alone and cold
And dead inside, but
I won't be angry or sad if you come back

No, I'll be happy and help you
Because resentment, I have learned recently,
Does nothing but build a walls where Hell resides