You complain about what you've eaten
You complain about what you haven't
You complain about the pain inside
And I am losing patience.
You bore me with your problems
You bore me with your pain
You bore me with your constant need to be on center stage
You blame it on your home life
You blame it on your lack in friends
You blame it on some deep seeded problems
When really you're just a needy chore.
You need people to ask you what's wrong
You need people to tell you everything will be fine
You need people to show some fabricated sympathy
When really it’s all in your mind
It's not that I don't care
It's not that I don't worry
It's just that I hate when you ask me for advice
And then ignore it and say "That's not right"
I'm sick of your self inflicted problems
And your boring rants on how people treat you
I'm sick of your self delusions that you're perfectly fine
I can no longer help you
I can no longer lie
I refuse to coax your disorders
And tell you it will be fine
You need help my friend
And I don’t know what to do
I do however know that no matter what
I’ll always be here for you.
