...has nothing to do with it.

I expected
That once I was happy
The horrors wouldn't come back.
But, of course, I was wrong.
Like always.

I heard about you;
What you've been through
What you go through
And you hide it so well
You somehow find the ability to smile.
I'm scared for you
But I love you
And I want to help you
You're deserving of help *more than anyone I know.

"What did I do wrong?"
The most ironic statement ever, coming from you, you heartbreaker.
I used to love you until I learned what true evil is
It's you.
Every day after you hurt me
I would come home crying, asking myself
"What did I do wrong!?"
And you have the audacity to ask that.
Shut up.

You're beautiful, but I don't care.
You're smart, but I don't care.
You're talented, but I don't care.
I only care about who you are,
and I love what I see.

All everyone talks about is "you'll need this in the future, you'll regret doing that in the future, prepare for the future, blah, blah blah, blah blah."
I can't see ahead, I really can't.
So why do I have to put up with this?
Leave me alone, I can work just fine by myself.

I play the middle party.
Why can't you two be FRIENDS!?
I don't want to be involved in this!
I can't tell who wrong and who's right
But even if I could
I can't say anything or I lose a friend...