You were there for me when I needed you.
You cared for me when I cried to you.
You fought for me when I couldn't stand.
You held me up with a giving hand.
I've sat and cried over you way too much,
just wishing one more time I could feel your touch,
but you don't care, and neither should I,
so I'm going to move on, or at least I'm going to try.