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.