I knew something was happening and yet I didn't do anything. Yet I couldn't help. Sometimes I wish that I could help you. Sometimes I wish you knew that. But hey, you don't, I can't force you. I fell like such a loser for not being able to do anything. It's not my life is it. I want to help you, I wish there was something I could do. Even then I always go on about my work and how busy I am. And it's no excuse. I know that and yet... *sigh*

But I'll ask you this:
How can I help you when you don't want me to
How can I give you something that isn't mine to give