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.