A Disappointing Sight Again

Lost with out words again.
I waited for you my friend.
No show once, no show twice.
"Maybe he'll show up tonight"
No show three times, it must be nice...

Be nice to not care,
be nice to be free,
be nice to not be open to anyone, including me.

I think to myself, "I did it again"
"When will you learn your lesson my dear friend?"

Too nice for my own good,
too nice for you to care.
Too open, too caring,
Not even sparing.

I must stop myself now, before he disappoints me again.
I must run away now, before leaves me without even a friend.
I must distance my heart, I must call on a friend.

Who can I trust? It's no one again?

"Dear Lord, please will you be my friend?"