Advice Not Taken
By: Scott Fueston

To a friend that wouldn't listen,
To me you used to glisten.
With advice that was so grand,
you helped me to understand.

Once I had a stumble,
And you came to me so humble.
Then you took me by the hand,
And you helped me to stand.

You made me who I am today,
But lately you have gone astray.
It's hard for me to respect your advice,
When you torchure youself with my device.

You used to tell me how it made you hate,
The feelings you had when I was in that state.
If we are truly friends, what would make you belive,
That those are not the feelings I would retrieve.

You know, you and I are the same,
Never willing to share what's to blame.
People like us don't do this for a thrill,
And I know inside you are ill.

So once again I'll hold out my hand,
I can't promise that I will understand.
But I do promise that I will never judge,
And have never held a grudge.

Those dark places in our heads are not easy to defeat,
But with the help of friends they can be beat.

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