Toxic, isn't it.
The things I had to do, in order to save someone from themselves.
Working hard, day in
Day out.
Gaining nothing, but a friend for life.
A fareweather friend
Friend for thier own life.
Used, discarded
Thrown to the side
When I can no longer offer what is desired
I am abandoned.
Perhaps I am the problem
Perhaps I am the issue
But if I had the support
The care
If I was wanted
If I wasn't left in the dust, by someone I considered no lower than blood.
Oh I can be blamed until each of us are in the grave
But the real problem isn't me, honey.
It was you.
