I don’t need you to be my lover, to be my father, to hold my hand
I don’t need your arms around me

I don’t need the dream of you and me, the stories about the others, your explanations or your puppy dog eyes

But most of all, what I don’t need is your pity

All I need, and all I want from you, is for you to be there
Not as a lover, not as a keeper, but as a friend
I thought you got that by now…