I’ve been tied to a stereotype
With a rope I can’t break.
They think I’m the girl
That will never take a break.

But that’s not me
I don’t fit that list
But they tell me I do
Do I like it? They wish.

You once said that
You loved me and
I believed you
Can’t you see?

I said it back
And meant it too
But that was before
I was betrayed by you.

It’s not your fault.
It’s mine.
It’s sad that until today
Everything was fine.

If I were to say something
You’d tell me to stop.
If I were to tell the truth
You’d say “can you not?”

But somehow you’re jealous
Because I tell her things.
I guess you don’t understand
What friendship means.