If I screamed, would you answer?

Would my cries be heard?

Or do you just wallow in the knowledge that I'm such a caring soul.

That I would come if you called,

Be there through it all,

From your pain to your joy,

Your sickness and your health,

That I would listen to your ramblings,

Put up with your lies,

And your idiosyncrasies that drive others up the wall.

The way you look at life,

Saying "what can you do for me?"

How everything's a one way street,

Where not all ends justify the means;

But I suppose that it's my fault,

For harboring this so long.

For letting you run over me,

Like asphalt to a car.