Friend
If you want to be my friend It's time for you to realize That I don't want to share your tales About the way you fuck him I don't think you know me Just because you saw me crying You've always got the answers to the questions That I haven't even asked Take a picture of my hand And shake it on your own Take a picture of my lips And kiss it when you're alone I don't see the reason why You stand so close to me I've never told you that I need your Support to stand tall You keep complaining that your efforts Drain your energies But I guess the way it works between us It's the other way around
The term friend is largely abused; mutual parasitism is often mistaken for a friendly relationship; people rarely are what we think they are.