Look at this.
Just look. Look at the mess we made.
Yeah, you’ll somehow make this my fault.
>>But I don’t care anymore\\
I’m sick of this hurt, this guilt.
I’m sick of feeling betrayed and alone every day.
I’m sick of the - xxx - fights over nothing.
I’m sick of how you always make me the bad one.
I don’t want this. I want the old us.
I want the two best friends that hung out every day.
I don’t know what’s happening to us, but I don’t like it.
I just want my best friend back*