Backstabbed

Thanks to my 'bestfriends'

I'm sitting in my room

left to think to myself

What did I do wrong?

I didn't talk behind your back

I didn't do anything to hurt you

But apreantly you got together

Telling eachother everything I've ever said

My bad I'm not perfect

My bad I don't tell you everything

Apearently I don't pick good friends

My minds going crazy

My heads starting to hurt

Going crazy with the things you could be saying

All behind my back

While your there can you take the knife out?

Maybe clean up some of the blood

Because I've just been backstabbed