Wilted Rose

I was so happy
when you came along..
You were my best friend
you were always by my side.

I trusted you with him
even though I shouldn't have
I listened to you when you said we'd make it..

You lied again and again
and instead of still being my friend
you are with him.

I am stuck here
withering away
a wilted rose
because of what you did that day.

How could you lie so much
how could you look me in the eye
and stab me in the back?

I loved you like a sister;
I treated you like a friend;
I needed you by my side
but you threw it in my face instead..

Why?
Why me?
Why did you have to do this to me?