You used to be my best friend.
I took everything to you.
You were my escape.
Until she came in.

You didn’t care about me anymore.
All my trust that I had in you
disappeared.

I was replaced, and you know it, you just don’t want to admit that you were wrong.
And that’s just the way you are. You have to be right, and if you aren’t, you’ll fight until I give up.

I was just your placeholder until you found somebody better.
You didn’t care about the pain you were putting me through.
You knew I was cut, but you poured salt in it anyway.

You thought it was just me being selfish and jealous.
All because I despise the woman that came in and took over.
But I don’t blame it on her, I blame it on you.
Nobody knew me better than you, and you knew.
Deep down inside that it was a mistake, but you ignored it.

You brought her in right when things cooled down, and didn’t even think about how it felt for my brother and I.
But the most horrible part is I don’t think you cared.

Now after 2 years, you are trying to get me back.
But now it’s too late.
Now I have given up.
And exactly the way you did to me, I replaced you.
I wish it wasn’t this way, but I’m done being the only one putting effort in.
Trying to get you to understand is impossible.
So I tell you this:
If you ever start to understand and want things to change,
and want me back,
change,
but until then, this is how it is.
But don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.
After all, you’re the one that has to live with yourself, not me.