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What is it I do?
What is it I do that draws them to me?
Are they blind? Can they not see?
I ruin their lives, yet they still persist
Am I not with the program? Is there something I've missed?
They lurk, they stare, they watch with awe
I act as normal, starting nothing at all
And yet they continue to lust over someone taken
If they think that I'll leave him, they are mistaken
Another friend falls to the fate of such admiration
But now my sanity is left back at the station
Along with my patience, which is held back by rage
Shaking this empty and hollering cage
Through losing many friends, I shut myself away
Another one follows, and another will stray
And I'll try to be a friend, to not push them out
Try to keep calm, not wanting to shout
They don't give me much choice, I'm forced by my will
Because they keep pushing, taunting me still
I'm happy in life now, I've found the one
Yet friends will still try to have their 'fun'
To try to win me, but I'm no trophy
In fact I'm nothing. I'm just me.
