Often, I look away and pretend to be ignorant,
But all I really want is to throw my arms around you,
Listen to all your woes and sorrow when no one else does.
I'd tell you that it's fine, it's ok, you have me right here, right now,
And forever, even if the world turns against you.
But who am I to you?
She's still right beside you.
It's her duty, not mine.
So,
Often, I look away and pretend to be ignorant.
And bury these feelings deep down inside.