I’m always there when you need me.
Always there to pick you back up, at your lowest.
I’m there when you need a shoulder to cry on.
In return, you treat me like crap.
You pretend not to know me,
And you talk behind my back.
But when you are in trouble you’re calling me again.
Like an idiot, I come to your rescue
And save your sorry ass from destruction.
Yet in return, you treat me like crap.
You have the nerve to smile in my face.
Now you call me because you’re in trouble…again.
Well I’m done being nice, I’m sick of your crap
And you depending on me to save you again.
So sorry, but your ass is grass.