- July 21st, 2009
I thought I could trust you.
I guess I was wrong.
Girls, hold on to your secrets,
Because there's a backstabber on the run.
I told you I liked him.
I gave you my trust.
Wow, what a fool I was.
Can't trust a slut that can't close her legs,
Even to keep a friend.
I guess you're so rude that you can't back off.
I told you my crush,
because you were "dying to know"
You were my friend, I could trust you,
So I told you...
So a few weeks later,
To my mere surprise,
People ran around saying that you liked my crush.
Hmm..I wonder how this will turn out...
Then to find out he liked you back.
I went home and cried my eyes out.
Mascara marks on my pillow
They permentally reminding me of a boy I'm in love with
And a person that I can't ever trust again.
You talk to my other friends about how he likes you,
And how you might go out with him.
Then they congradulate you on how you finally found someone.
The skinny whore always gets the guy.
But it's not that I don't like you because you are skinny.
More along the lines of...
I don't like you...
You can't be trusted...
You're a backstabbing friend...
Oh yeah, and you're nasty..
I don't want anything to do with you anymore.
You are a tramp.
So walk away, because I don't want to see your face again.
Oh, but not before you pull the knife out of my back.
You disgust me.