I'm so confused, I can't work it out, when did it start?
I was thought of as nice and kind now i'm a bi*ch and a tart!
I can't comprehend as to what I have done to deserve this,
I never hear anything nice anymore it's all a constant diss.
I have done everything to protect him and his name,
I would never be out to cause pain, if only he thought the same.
I hate that i'm the sort of person to put others first,
It makes me an easy target, and I'm always getting hurt the worst.
But I can't help the way I am; I've always been this way
And I always will be no matter what people say.
I wish I knew what is going though an old friends head,
They would understand that there's nothing bad I've said
I knew this person really well, he was my best friend
Now he's changed so much there's nothing left to mend.
I use to go out and have fun; he made my life to be slow and quiet
Now every other weekend he's the one out causing a riot.
He never wanted to go out, drink or mingle with mates
Now I hear how he does it all now, things he so called hates*
I just hope he doesn't loose the good soul I know he has inside
But I'll be around whenever he decides he want off this ride.
