Sometimes, after all these years,
I can't help but wonder,
if you're worth all these tears.
You, my best friend on the planet,
who finally said poor poor me to much,
who said she had all the talent.
Yes, you, the one who angered way too easily,
the one I couldn't take being around another moment,
and made me choke on your ego until it made me queasy,
Oh my, yes, that is the one I talk of,
the one that thinks too much with heart instead of head,
Who wouldn't understand anything, love.
Is it wrong to hate you then?
Probably not, not now,
No...no...not the person who claims to be a friend.
But no longer are you a friend,
you, she, that girl,