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The Other Kind of Friend

I am not a person
I am a convenience

Not the first option
The back-up plan

When everyone else is busy
I�m waiting for the attention

Drop what I�m doing
To be there again

Fair-weathered friends
All I�ve ever had

Even though I can admit that
I�ll still be there to lend a hand

The rain soaking to my bones
And I�ll lend you my coat

You need me
I�ll be there

Never too busy
Never will deny the company

The desperation in my eyes
Is hard to miss

It rolls off of me in waves
And drowns anyone whom comes too close

It�s not that I blame you
What could we possibly talk about?

My uninteresting life
Being a mother & housewife

Tell you about all the books
I�ll never write

It is a sad existence
Being a convenience

But at least you are useful
Even if it means being used

And at least you like being alone
Except when it becomes loneliness

They seem so busy
When you want to hang out

But always can find the time
For everyone else

And they smile in those pictures
Laughing together

And you hold up inside
Waiting for warmer weather

Cause no one wants to risk the storm
For a bit of company to chat

Nobody invites a rain cloud
For a day out

There�s no room in their car
For all the baggage you bring along

So you don�t bother
Even making plans

Cause you know
You understand

You are a last resort
Not a first option

You are a convenience
Not a person

You are a friend
But not the one everyone wanted