A man who claims interest and has means 

But makes no effort to come for what he says he wants

Is never what he seems

For there are no good excuses 

Only hedging and lame ruses

Designed to keep you on the hook 

Pining for that romantic ending of your book

A friend who was not a friend before 

Out of the blue but likes to tell you what to do

Has something rotten at his core. 

For his only motivation is control …

Control only for its own sake

And he will lead you to the ruin of your soul

Steal the possibility for joy that you have doubts about

With advice that has no aim but that one goal

One without reason to actually care

Who is all but unknown to you in real life 

Has no motive but control …

And with a calculated kind word brings despair