And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground.
You wake the morning in a stranger's coat,
No one would you see.
You ask yourself, who'd watch for me?
My only friend, who could it be?
It's hard to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me.
When your belly's empty and the hunger's so real
And you're too proud to beg and too dumb to steal,
You search the city for your only friend,
No one would you see.
You ask yourself, who'd watch for me?
A solitary voice to speak out and set me free.
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me.
You're not the easiest person I ever got to know
And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show.
Some would say I should let you go your way,
You'll only make me cry.
But if there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die,
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me.
When the world's gone crazy and it makes no sense
And there's only one voice that comes to your defense.
The jury's out and your eyes search the room
And one friendly face is all you need to see.
And if there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die,
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me.
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5az7T9s0Xw
This song is from the hit buddy cop action movie series of Mel Gibson and Danny Glover from back in the 90's. Clapton and Sting did a pice of work on this one. The movie, though cheesy by today's standards tells of a relationship between an unlikely pair of friends with different backgrounds, "colorful" pasts and their families.
The film is also themed with self negation-bearing the brunt, taking the cudgels for a friend. It is a classic friendship theme. Self negation in a nustshell is taking it for the tream, giving up something- a promotion, a job and in the more extreme scenarios your own life for a lover a partner, family even for a friend.
Sadly as the song goes ("And if there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die, I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me.") more often it is one sided. Someone does pull more than pushes.
Such is life.
The point of this writing is my experience on friendship. So many times in my life, people closest to me at a point in my existence would never measure up to what I would do for them. Sadly, at the hint of a threat, people cut you loose. Sell you out and even downright deny they even know you. Now that hurts.
I am not perfect. In fact sometimes I can be a downright jerk. Despite that, I still know I am not at all that bad. As I would say, I am the best friend a guy can have and the most hated nightmare of their wives. My closest, even the former friends would attest that if need be, I would take a bullet for them if need be, twice on Sundays. Call it old school over acting ethos but that is the code of the mafioso. That's how friends should be.
Ces't la vie.
Like bus boys in a restaurant, friends came and went in and out of my life. Only a handful stayed. I cherish those still with me and I miss the times with those that are lost. In conversation with people of my age and beyond, I note a common cotion. They also no longer make new true friends. Most are just work friends, people they just have to be nice to but never do they let theire barriers down. They go through the remainder of their lives having new acquaintances, but friends?
That's just the way it is.
I won't change. I will still be a good friend to those I consider likewise. I won't ask that they reciprocate in the same extreme way for talk is really cheap. I will only demand they remain tried and true.
And yes, I would take a bullet for them if I have to....
"And if there's one guy, just one guy Who'd lay down his life for you and die, I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me."
I guess that in the end as Sting and Clapton played, still-It's probably me.
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