You keep attempting to put yourself into my shoes.
You keep trying to relive my past, in order to understand my bruise.
You earnestly flip every rock to try and figure out why I feel the way I do.
You step out of your own comfort zone to try and understand what I went through.

You say you want to understand me, like a good friend should.
But if you really don't "understand me", truthfully what's the good?
You were so busy looking for my nonexistent plea.
Wrapping yourself in trying to understand my struggles,
When I just wanted you to understand me.