Sure, I am the one she turns to,
Sure, i listen to her problems,
yet who will listen to mine,
a close companion I’ve yet to find.
Yea,
I’m always there,
comforting, supporting, caring,
yet one does not see this? How can this be?
A heart of stone? nay, of diamonds perhaps
for the heart is still beautiful yet hard,
a hardened heart converged with overwhelming pride,
still i believed i had the upper hand,
or was it just me in denial?
unable to accept that this is the end?
