"Honey, I need this",
"Sweetie, can you get me that?",
"Darling, could you please accompany me here?"
"Sugar, you are so wonderful"
Every minute, every second,
Ooh, oh, so when do I get to be the 'friend',
I'm always standing in for someone,
I'm always a stand-by.
When the 'friend' hurts or betrays her,
That's when I become of some importance,
That's when I'm seen as a 'friend',
A 'friend' for a second.
Once the problem is solved,
Our friendship goes back as old,
And I go back to being the stand-by.
I'm always cleaning up another's mess,
Nursing the wounds inflicted by another.
I'm almost hurt
But thanks to God
For being the best friend I could ever have,
For giving me friends
To erase all this hurt,
Friends to treat me as 'friend'.
I'll always be a comforter
To a soul that needs comfort
No matter how I'm treated.