I didn't want your house;
you really think I did?
I didn't want your family;
I didn't want your kid.
I didn't want your mouth,
and I didn't want your lips;
all I really wanted was just to be your friend.
When all you told were lies,
it was hard to take the hints;
I would have stopped it sooner,
had I known you weren't my friend.
I wasted too much time,
trying to make amends;
you were blind to the type of love I tried my best to give.
I should have made it more clear,
for there are many types of love:
familial, romantic, erotic, platonic.
We aren't of the same blood;
I never whispered in your ear;
I never asked for affection;
I never planned to shed a tear.
Now I barely give a ****,
but before I wanted you to hear;
the only thing I had for you was platonic love my dear.