And he hangs off of her every word,
Worshipping the smallest sounds.
He follows her relentless;
Protecting and grovelling.
For his pose of friendship is a lie;
The manifestation of insecurity.
If he may not love himself,
He will put his all
In the beauty of another.
And so righteous he feels in his plight,
That when he should fall from grace,
From everywhere he may draw his spite
Except from his own two-face.
So curse the girl who wanted just
To exist in her life, not owing.
She will wear your wrath in loyalty
To the friendship, she thought she had.