I have tried, to be loved,
i have tried to be a that one,
i have tried to be the special someone,
and all i get is pain.
each day i would think of them
would love their very thought,
wish to be with them,
just to be in their presence,
but i was a fool
ever and onward it seems,
my idiocy had no bounds,
until i got tired of it.
of the heartache,
the chaos, the pain,
all of it.
so now i am me,
a friend to the lost,
a counselor of the pained,
for all that i have been through,
it is the least that i could do.
pain may come from this,
but it isn't my own now,
and for all the good i can do.
i will renounce my love,
for the friendship it gains.
forever more it might be,
we will see.