Crossed Wires Do Spark

Why did you, once the apple of my eye, and that of a close friend (I knew) , why did you then unleash the fury which was meant to make a point, I do not understand the rationale behind. I always meant to be your friend, to help you understand this rotten world, to hold you up beneath unshaven pits, enlist your brother in a vain attempt to drum the missing sense into a brain that had been laughing at that sillyputty pain. I know that talking in the open will not do no woman hears the little signals of a man, I cannot help it though and all of it is true, I cannot help myself, I ask of you: Who can? Note: No, sorry, my marriage is fine. I have learned to shut up.