The sun has set, and the city is alight;
As usual, I'm alone...smoking a cigar.
Your name is all I think about tonight,
And all of those chats we've shared so far.
I care, you know...I really want to help,
But lately, I feel that I cannot get through;
The closer I come, the louder you yelp,
And slowly, I realize what seems to be true:
Perhaps, I was arrogant and selfish to think,
"I know all the answers, I know how you feel."
But now, I realize, I'm terribly out of sync,
With all of the things that you need to heal.
I love you, my friend...with all of my heart...
...I fear the inevitable will rip me apart.
The ratio of good to bad people in this world will always be tipped in favor of the latter. Always. But that ratio in your own social circle, you can control. And there, and only there, can the balance be favorably tipped, so that those who love you far outnumber those who don't.