People trust me, respect me, turn to me for help
They count on my friendship knowing I'll be there for them
I'd do anything for any one of them for nothing in return
And some would do the same, for which I am blessed
But it seems thats all I can be, all I'm good for and nothing more
Most seem to only value me for what I can do for them
Never, it seems, do they want me just for being me
Sometimes I want something more, to share more than just friendship
To know what it would be like to be cared for, and more than just a "How's it going"
I feel like all I am is second string, I'm stuck in the background below notice
I'm like the stray dog everybody will play with but won't take home
It's like my feelings are brushed aside, like they aren't important
Or worse, a bother, something to be loathed and avoided
I want to feel something more, I want to be more than just a friend
To be needed for who I am, just for a chance to be happy
I sit here, waiting, always alone even when I'm surrounded
'Cause I'm just a friend, maybe a best friend
And that's all I'm ever let to be...
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