I am your chauffeur
I am your shoulder
I am your dealer
I am your stealer
I am the called upon
but not the answered
I am the ignored
but not the adored
I am your hiding place
in times of disgrace
I have no ulterior motive or gain
I am the sponge which soaks in your pain
I relish in the sound of your voice
while mine repels you as noise
I wish I could take away your tears
and for you to relieve my fears
I soon bid to leave
but not before placing my heart upon your sleeve.
