We would stay on the phone for hours
talking about boys, books, and family
I'd show you my songs, and you would tell me good job
but now I'm not really sure if you meant it.
You look at me like, im the one who betrayed you, hurt you
when all this time i'm the one going through
the stabbing pain, nothing left to gain from a rougue friend like you.
last year you said you were the only true friend i had, and now you've gone and got a boyfriend, where do I fit in. Best friend?