I wanted you to need me.
Oh, to be rare and treasured,
Needed by one who is lost.
I thought I wanted the best for you.
I said I would rejoice when your life was grand.
And now your life is great –
I am not indispensable.
I guess I wanted you to stay sad.
How cruel and distorted.
Why would I want misery for a friend?
To be needed.
I thought I mean(t) something to you.
Possession is an ugly thing that festers in my flesh.
How do I gouge it out?
Am I the one who is lost?