Pfft, did I offend you in any way?
Did I do something wrong?
Because you can tell me, you know.
I'd prefer it if you screamed your lungs out at me now,
At least I'll know what I did wrong.

Please, don't believe everything you here.
Sometimes, words get passed mouth- to- mouth
And meanings get turned upside down, inside out.
No matter how annoying I think you are sometimes,
It just doesn't feel the same without you.

This isn't the first time.
Or the second.
One would think we'd learn from all that.
I wonder why.

I'm sorry if I did anything wrong.

I don't even know what the f*ck is going on.
I'm just being there for a friend and backing her up.
Is that so wrong?
Is it?

I'm sorry if I did anything wrong.

But, you know,
If you really want this to continue,
Not like there's anything I can do about it, right?

Call me immature, low, selfish, a bitch, whatever.
Its not like I wanted this anyway.
And I know you don't either.

Its such a wonder how the best of friends can end up being your worst enemy (well, if it does happen)

But, its times like this,
That remind me about the type of people I mix around with.
And what their true colours are.
And how awesome my friends are.