I am the song that gets stuck in your head,
that you can't just seem to forget.
I am that little piece of advice that you didn't listen to,
but you wish that you had.
I am what you wish you had said in an argument,
that you didn't think of 'til you were walking away.
I'm the first punch thrown,
because someone was talking about your friend.
I am the words that stung,
because you asked for the truth.
I am that blanket that you've had since you were four,
that's there no matter what to comfort and protect.
I'm the hand you squeeze,
The shoulder you cry on.
Fighter, protector, friend.
I am me.