Sideline movie watcher

I am the sideline movie watcher the one behind the scenes working the projector so i can see for free.
And you said that I do nothing , but make it worse yet without me you would of cried first.

What about the time when i helped you get ready for that date?
The one where i tied up your dress when you couldn't be still and wait.
And when that boy cut it short treating you like some boring sport.
I came over and gave you support listening to everything though long not short.
Stayed the night on the hardwood floor though i had no pajamas and it was fucking cold.

I am the sideline movie watcher, everything black and white.
The pictures slightly blurred to mess up the watchers sight.
For if you saw the real things you would see the mistakes.
For there was only film to take one single take.
The film flickers ever now and then when the memory was lost.
If on purpose the viewer knows not.

And what about the time when I took you to prom and you left me for a guy staring at your pom poms.
I knew it was as friends I am not a fool, but leaving me for a guy who's face was covered with his drool?
And then when he had a girlfriend I rushed quickly to your side.
Told you that he was a jerk and it would all be all right.

I am the sideline movie watcher some vividly alive.
Making the viewer duck his head until he feels all is all right.
And sometimes the words stutter when they are ones I don't like to hear.
And sometimes the pictures are dimmed so i don't have to see you tear.
As it is my job to make everything all right.
Get none of the fame, but get to take the ride.
And get in trouble when day turns to night or the sun doesn't rise.

What he has taken your virginity now you'll never get it back.
What he got you pregnant you tell your parents it's just fat.
When you started throwing up you told them you were sick.
Cold not stand to see you parents ticked.
You rather stand there taking unneeded drugs.
Than cry into your parents hugs.
And when you told him he went and ran.
You started to cry you couldn't stand.
Yet i held you up,
I was there it was me.
Yet it is me you can not see.
For you blame everything all on me.

For my job is in the sidelines taking all the blame.
You want me to help from keeping you in shame.
You want my help to make your life right.
But yet you want me unseen in the sidelines.
So how am i making everything right.
If it is now you that i want out of sight.

So roll the clips now okay and show the truth
of the game you play.
And still even as I show to the theater the truth.
It will be messed up because of you.
For you I can not hurt so i blur out the sight.
And make all the words loud except the ones you don't like.
For I promise to make everything all right.