Be a good person...?

Trying to make things right
has never felt so wrong
she's sad, I can tell
and she's bringing me along

because I had to be the good one
the one who makes things right
the one that she can call
in the middle of the night

and tell me some love story's
just because they make her happy
and I listen, listen, listen
until I'm the one feeling crappy

I cry myself to sleep at night
she dreams of him and her
she doesn't even know I cry
because they are together

and the next day I will see her
her eyes are filled with tears
her problems, the same every day
her real friends are no where near

so I pull up a chair
and choke back all my sorrow
and I think to myself
it will be the same tomorrow..