“Catch me, catch me,”
Is all that I hear.
Whenever you’re stuck,
In peril or fear.

I’ll always come running,
No matter time or place,
Because I hate to see any
Sort of tears on your face.

And I’ll always offer,
To help you up and out.
Because I hate that you would ever,
Have any sort of doubt.

I’ll always be standing
Right there when you need me.
I just really truly wish,
That you might sometime see me.

See how much I care:
More than a best friend should.
But, I know that you won’t,
And never could.

So, now I know, “catch me”,
Is all that I’ll hear.
When all that I want,
Is for “thank you”, to reach my ear.