You say they made you impuissant,
And you hated feeling that way.
Yet you open up to me,
And say I'm not your friend.
I listen to every word you say,
And give you sound advice.
And in the end you hit me back,
And call caring, my vice.
Sometime I feel like a ragged cloth,
Used to clean the mess,
And then I'm thrown to the side,
Replaced by a brand new dress.
I gave you many chances
To show me that you care.
Yet then again, I forget,
You've caught me in a snare.
A part of me wants to escape,
And prove my worth to me.
But I'm still stuck in an endless loop,
The other doesn't want me free.
And tried, I have,
To free myself and find a better path.
Where pain won't be the only thing,
I receive, along with wrath.
And though I know,
You are soo good, and loving towards all.
I still feel like a thousand souls,
Will reach you before my call.
So help me understand the reason
Why every time we talk, I lie?
Cause to me, you are my bestest friend,
Yet you often make me cry.