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I apologize, my dear friend

That I'm not at your beck and call

I aplogize if I might hurt you

but it seems that after all

I am not who you thought

nor you, who I assumed

were best friends as we claimed

but a mess of lies in ruins



So I apologize, once again

for it seems I am more a slave

or a wall that you might talk to

when your troubles seem too grave



I am your pillow that you weep on

when you cry alone at night

I am the shoulder holding you up

when nothing, to you seems right



Wake up and smell the roses, dear

No one listens when you moan

You tell yourself I'm self-absorbed

As you sit high up on your throne.