• Filled with compasion we give it out.
    And in our anguish we express it.
    Handing out what we called friendhship
    But are we really giving it for that matter.

    Mere us give it in vain?
    Or just a move to gain?
    What is it that we seek when handing it?
    Are we trully searching for friendship?

    For decades we have been handing it.
    In return for what some expect from it.
    But do we trully wish for love when giving?
    Or is it a mere coincidence what we're getting?

    Confusing at times, yes it does
    For it is often mistaken for mere love.
    As i write this it just comes to mind
    That we are giving it with full of lies.

    Oh dear, my mistake
    For taking you granted, my dearest mate.
    If only you could see
    That im offering much more than this.

    I didnt knew that you gave me something
    And i thought it was much more than friendship.
    If you could see that im pleading love
    And all you can do is hear me come.

    Why torment ourselves?
    Isnt just easier to give it
    Rather than hand friendship
    A friendship full of holes.

    Next time i ask you
    To remember this
    For it can save you
    From killing it.