For a friend...

And when i see you,
Sit there on the wall,
You’re not rolling down on floor.
You’re spinning on you own.
Trying to find your place, home.

I’ve tried to tell…
I wish I have one spell,
That cleans up your mind
And make you fell right damn fine.

That’s something I have not.
I wish I could bought.
For you, a new heart or a new mind.
That is clean and soft as you once had.
That’s not that mess as yours.

My dear, dear friend.
You know I love you so much…
But you’ve being such a dumb ass hard.
Are you not willing to try?

Tell me, when you’ll clean up your mind?