A Friend: That's All You Really Wanted
Written by Torrie DeMore on May 2, 2003
I can't keep feeling sorry
for the fact that you can't grow up.
Every time I look at you,
I can see the pain you're going through
and my mind aches
because I know you're hurting
and I can't help thinking
that it's all my fault.
The amount of guilt is overwhelming
and I can't enjoy my night.
Didn't you say you were happy for me?
Is it wrong that someone actually cares about me?
Well, let me put it to you bluntly,
I don't need your permission
to be with the person who makes me happy.
And when I feel nice enough
to attempt a conversation with you,
there's no reason for your sarcastic remarks,
all I'm trying to do is be a friend.
After all, from what you've told me in the past
that all you really wanted,
a friend.