I will gladly listen to you and help you talk it through,

I will hold your hand and won’t complain if you’re holding onto mine

A little too tight

I’ll wipe your tears away gently if you begin to cry

I will gladly fight by your side and help you grow and find yourself

I’ll watch as you learn what it means to have a soul

I’ll be there even as things are caving in and crashing down

I understand you don’t want to open up,

That you’re feeling down on your luck, but come on

I won’t walk away unless you give me good reason to do so

I like to keep what you tell me confidential

I’m sorry but I’m also not because there is a point and there are lines

Not meant to be crossed

It can become so damn intolerable

Listening to people

Who ask for help but then refuse and make

Themselves feel more down

Why won’t you open up? That’s the only way you will get help

Is it that you’ve got issues with trust? I really do get that but when are you going to sort yourself out?

It sure as hell isn't right now, and I don't think it'll be tomorrow

It won’t be by dating him, or kissing him, or texting her, or hanging with them

It won’t be through your parents or your teachers

Not a therapist either, since you don't want one of those

Ironic, you always treat me like a professional

You expect me to make you better, but I’ve got my own shit to sort out

You expect me to fix you, but I’m busy mending somebody else

I may very well have been made for the possibility of meeting you

I love you, and I may exist in part due to the fact that it’s 

More than the stars could do

I might have been made to momentarily direct you

But there is no fucking way that I was made

To break for you, to crumble along with you,

To grab hold of your clothes

Just as you jump, as you let yourself go,

Plummeting towards another strange world

There's no fucking way that I was ever meant to fall