Does anyone see? Does anyone care?
Do you know it’s me that is standing there?
You said you loved, that you wanted to share,
I was precious and you wanted me there.
When I was crying, where were you?
You needed time to think sh*t through.
Do you think I’m standing too near
enough for you to realize the fear
of what being my friend really could mean?
I’d thought you were wise enough to have foreseen
Should I be surprised? Is this just my lot?
It seems when I try to help it’s forgot.
Effort is weak, only results matter,
as I watch my hopes fall and shatter.
I dared to dream I’d be enough
stupid little girl, you aren’t that tough.
Indeed you think I’m standing too near,
but you would never voice feeling the fear
of what being my friend really could mean.
Yeah, I can tell you’re done with this scene.
Well I am Me and ever shall be,
I won’t let you break my heart ’cause see
what gives me passion, gives me life,
is knowing I have Me in times of strife.
So run away, if you feel the need.
Throw up as many obstacles to impede
my perceived pursuit to cross your lines
or any other imagined crimes.
