They Always Call On Me They always come to me With their issues, And concerns, And problems. As if I can sort them out, As if I can tell them what To do, To think Should I stay or should I go? Should I say or Just no? And I tell them what to do. Because they're Getting with my mates, Building my dreams With my closest friends. But the truth is, That's all shit. I do it because I want them to be happy And I want them to be happy because I care for them. More than I should. Never putting myself first, Always doing the Right thing But not for me. Every time they call. My heart aches. They're not calling for a Lover. They're calling for friendship.
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