Over Used

You only talk to me when you need something, Small, little things, Buddy icons, and Tid bits of my over used advice; Only when you want something, Is when I seem to exist to you; I could pick up the phone and call you just as easily, But I made an effort, I gave the advice, When you were in tears, "Loose him" "Let him go" I always told you, But could you ever listen? No! Not ever! It took other people for you to do that; Here, Place the quarter here, Isn't that what my advice has become worth to you? And then, After all I've done for you, "Help me," you say to another, "I don't have any one else to turn to anymore," Just forget about me; I'll just go back to my garden gnome state.I wanted to put this in a category of anger, but since there doesn't seem to be one, other is the most appropriate in my mind. Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 11:43 AM PST   10 • 0