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

About

The term friend is largely abused; mutual parasitism is often mistaken for a friendly relationship; people rarely are what we think they are.

Fabio Scagliola, October 1, 2012