I really thought it was different this time,
That you'd let it just be between us.
I know I should've known better than that,
You always did like to cause a fuss.

I'm not mad, I promise
But it hurts like ******* hell
When we parted in such an amicable way
With me thinking that things were swell.

But you see, my day has been a bit ****,
Filled with whispers and withering stares.
And then, from the boy you supposedly hate,
I was the receiver of a deadly glare.

Trying to make banter, I joke around
"Well what have I done this time?"
And then to find out that I'm the talk of your friends
For commiting the worst kind of crime.

You see, I am evil, I truly am
To have fought with you at all
And the blame isn't on you no no no
I am the one with the faults

I am not mad at you,
Because I refuse to be
I don't want  a repeat of last time
But this is going to be the death of me.

I cannot go on being treated like this,
So either deal with it,
Or I'll deal with it myself
Because this is it

This is the last time.