Betrayal is a funny thing.
It doesn't make sense sometimes.
Sometimes everything is just too personal.
Thank you, for saying I am your best friend in spite of your old friend.
Thank you, for hanging out with people who talk shit about me and treat you like trash.
Thank you for being so very very wonderful.
But really.. what right do I have in being mad?
Of all the games, its all the same that kills me again.
And all the time I hate to say the blames on you.
Of all the words and kindness spent reminds me again
of all the times I failed to see this side of you.
I died today. I broke the rules and changed my name.
I hate to say, "It's over." Over and over.

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