You want me out?
Okay, good, I'm gone.
Am I dispensable to you?
Meaningless? Nothing?
Well let me tell you one thing:
the true thing.
This fun thing -
the try-ing,
I'm done.
All I want is friendship
but that ship
has sailed.
And you're left ashore,
for sure.
I'm sure,
that this time: you're worse off than before.
I give you the kindness, the caring,
the having your cake and eating it too.
I'm tolerant.
But this thing,
this holding my tongue,
is like holding my breath -
I'm blue.
I'm through.
And you?
Well good luck my friend,
'cause in the end
I swear I still care.
I love you like a brother,
like I've learned,
but another thing:
getting burned?
Not my favorite.
But one last time
before my rhyme is done:
On my list,
no matter what list,
you'll always be number one.