A Letter To A Dan

You'd come to me in times of need
Little did I know it was too fulfilled you greed

The greed of needing everyone's pity
And the color green on you is not pretty

Your words quickly become twisted and old
You really have no good cards left, so fold

Always having to open a new door just because
Can never leave something simply as it was

Talking in the third person like I don't know its you
Taking on issues you that you have no need to pursue

Yet you sit there and piss and moan
Begging me to save you, that you're all alone

Pity me, save me, help me, love me
But I can only do that for you to a certain degree

You love being miserable and that's your burden to bare
Who knows maybe you'll become strong and grow a pair