So Close, Yet So Faraway

Love that you found someone for yourself. Hate that you're often becoming further away From me instead of anyone else... Why should I be there for others When no one is here or there for me? I have already acclaimed how lonely I am. Yet nothing else, but this same path, Is willing to change. Not that I am incapable of making friends... I just intuitively know who is genuine By the sound of their voice and words. A voice within a voice once had spoke to me. Asked for something from me... I've given it to you ever since: A loyal, close-yet-faraway bond. Same for you, same for me; That eternal fondness is there. Yet somedays it feels so scarce.