she was always in love with other men
and came to me when they broke her heart.
i smoothed her hair and rubbed her back,
doing my duty, playing my part.

you could say i was her only friend,
the only man who didn't kiss her.
i didn't ask her out on dates,
and didn't buy her liquor.

perhaps that's why it hurts so much,
knowing deep down how i feel.
that she needs me more as i am,
and not as another heart to steal.