No; I shan't drink your pain; Because, I know it's bitter And I've never had the guts For anything unsavory like that; Yet, I'll be a dear-- I'll aid you as you get rid Of the fetid ache That aims to shatter your soul. See, I may never get to experience That most undesired burden, Crumbling your strength; But, I can be that friend Who may take your little hand When you're weak-- Who may pull you up As you wallow in filth. Aye; I'm not a saint, you see-- I might occasionally yell And even cackle like a fiend; Though, you won't find me Flinching and pretending To be totally there. For, who can always be present When life handles each of us A horrendous coffin to bear? So, I won't promise you forever bliss And beauteous fantasies; Better yet, I'll demand that you Be aware of the fire within yourself-- Something that'll keep you fighting, Even when you're left alone And thought of as dead. "Friendship" No; I shan't drink your pain; Because, I know it's bitter And I've never had the guts For anything unsavory like that; Yet, I'll be a dear-- I'll aid you as you get rid