You were my bestfriend.
I trusted you and I confided in you.
I told you everything - my deepest secrets.
I tried to keep you from making wrong decisions.
I held and comforted you through all the hard times.
I dropped everything to listen to you when you were happy.
I woke up at one in the morning to listen to you,
crying over the phone for three hours.
I let you vent and take your anger out on me.
I did everything for you.
And what did I get in return?
You turned your back on me when I needed you most.
All for your stupid fucking boyfriend.
Obviously he means a hell of a lot more to you than I do.
I thought you would be there for me through it all.
Apparently, I was WRONG.
I never meant anything to you, did I.
Then you, of course, told everyone about our fight;
getting everyone involved - on your side.
You didn't even bother to tell them the whole story
- saying I'm the one mad at you -
when really, you're the one not talking to me.
All of THIS,
because I told you what you wanted to know,
even if it wasn't what you wanted to hear.
(Don't tell me to be honest if you don't want the truth.)