I sit there, staring at you
seeing your face not ever change
even though you lost me
I was supposed to be your best friend
your person, your favorite
but maybe I never was
maybe I was just the backup the whole time
maybe you never liked me, never wanted me around
and that's what hurts more then anything
not the fact that you left,
but that you may have never liked me in the first place
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 12:44 PM UTC
I sit there, staring at you
seeing your face not ever change
even though you lost me
I was supposed to be your best friend
your person, your favorite
but maybe I never was
maybe I was just the backup the whole time
maybe you never liked me, never wanted me around
and that's what hurts more then anything
not the fact that you left,
but that you may have never liked me in the first place
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