Why are we friends, again?
I seem to have forgotten.
You're way too clingy,
You take loyalty to the extreme,
And you get over-emotional.
You're kind of weak,
And you're weirdly rigid about rules:
If you thought I was breaking one
For no good reason
You'd probably explode with indecision.
Should you support me,
Or should you uphold the rules
Already set forth?
Geez. You think too much.
You actually sobbed when I showed up
After only a few months of exile
And you hugged my arm until you cut off
All the circulation.
You're annoying.
So remind me why I'm friends with you.
Maybe it's because you just never leave me
Alone
Or it could be that you'll
Support me no matter what the consequences
As you once put it, you'd follow me
Into Hell.
Kinda nice to know that someone will stick around
Until the very end.
And you seem to know what's going on in my head
Better than I do, sometimes.
And other times you're just irritating.
But a tradeoff's a tradeoff.
I can deal.
Now give me my arm back.
It's turning blue.