The Devoted Friend

I’m your most devoted friend Though I’m out of sight Cause you want more time to spend Within your lonely mind Why its easy to restrain The sincerity of love? Why it must be lots of pain Pleasures lot is not enough? Maybe those devoted are Blooming nuisance, I don’t know Cause I’m looking from afar Out of friend list being thrown Maybe you feel proud of this It could be a great relief “Good, I’ve done it, what a bliss! He can drown in his grief! I’m a little bit fed up To hear stories I don’t need All this stuff is not my cup And he’s clingy like a weed I must stop it, now or never What it came to, shouldn’t be! Go away! And think whatever You would like to think of me”. Have you thought so, I’m not sure I would like to understand Could we come to this, if you were Your own most devoted friend?