True or not?

You say that things are different,
You say that won't change.
But things will change sooner or later,
Maybe sooner but I won't be the waiter.

You are a friend of mine and I won't say
the thing that you to, you're just out of your mind.
My life is my own, yes I know that,
I don't need you to tell me to sit by the bay.

I really don't care and I think you know that,
The thing that makes me mad is how you treat me.
I don't like how you treat me but maybe you know,
There's no way to get through to you so I hold the key.

I'm not saying that you are on your own,
All I'm saying is people don't really care.
If only you give it a shot,
But maybe that's asking to much, after all that's how you've grown.

Don't say I don't care, you know nothing at all,
I've grown with the pain just as you have.
Though I guess I've got better friends than you,
Don't really know nor do I care if that's true.

I'm still not leaving until the time is right,
But even then, I'm not being pushed aside.
Hate isn't a word I usually use,
Though that's what it feels like and I hate it with all my might.