My Best Friend... Or So She Used To Be Called

Why do you always try to hurt me?
Don't deny it; I know you do,
I told you I loved him,
So to be like me,
You go and stalk him,
So you can have him all to yourself,

So you can beat me in the game of love,
Well sorry, Honey, but I lost that game years ago,
You try to rip my heart out,
Using him as the knife,
To rip open my insides,
And destroy all that lies inside,

I'm sorry but you won't find much,
Not since you tore everything valuable away from me,
You stole, you lied, you cheated,
You made me feel defeated,
And all for what?
To feel superior over me, someone older than you?

Why do you have to hurt me?
Why do you have to make me cry?
Why do you have to copy me and everything I do?
Why is it whenever I say something,
You have to agree with me,
To make yourself sound so cool.

Well you know what?'
I don't care a single bit,
I hope you go die in a hole,
Or get raped by our perverted gym teacher.
As long as you leave me alone.
I hate you for hurting me.

I hate you for using him.
I hate the fact that you always have to but into my private business,
Why can't you just leave me alone?
You're not my best friend anymore.
You act like a bitch when we aren't alone,
You just need all the attention on you,

I don't need you anymore.
I don't want him anymore.
He is love with someone else now--neither you nor me,
All because you wanted him for yourself,
To mess with his emotions because you didn't love him,
You acted like you did so you could be like me,

I have someone new.
Someone loving.
Someone caring.
And what do you have now?
A baby who's the result of rape,
A boyfriend who's never sober,

And never wants to come over,
Parents who are ashamed of you,
And everything you do,
And ex-best friend who hates your guts,
Oh yeah, it was all worth it...
Wasn't it?

You must be happy you were so mean,
You must be thrilled I'm higher up on the scale than you now,
And you know what?
Nice people finish first!