This what you told me:
" You don't care about anyone other than yourself"
Which stung like a bee sting
And a stake through the heart
Then you told me it was true
Because I only talk about myself
Which I don't because I don't care about myself that much
I put others first
Like my family and friends
Which one was you
You fucking told me I was your best friend
That I could trust and rely on you
Use your shoulder to cry on
And I could talk to you about my problems
You once told me
I don't know
What you tell me anymore
Because now you're a ghost in my past
Haunting me until I die.
