Why do I always seem

To pick the wrong ones?

The ones that will make me hurt

And leave me when they are done?

I can count on one hand

How many good people I have found

That haven't hurt my fragile soul

And then smashed it into the ground

All that I want in my friend

Is someone that is always there for me

Is that too much to ask of a person?

Since there aren't many, obviously

I keep searching for this perfect friend

And I will search until my dying day

Hoping against hope that I wont hurt

And wondering how I will find my way

With no one to keep me on the right track

And no one to ask for directions from

I will walk this path alone, forever

Unless, miraculously, someone comes