I jumped off the edge
Only a billion times
I kept crying
Why do I ask if someone is my friend?
Over and over and over again?
Why do I ask if they want me around?
Why do I ask these things?
Maybe its because of this guy
Who was my friend for a while
He talked to me
He told someone else
That I followed him around
That I was this crazy girl who followed him around
That's a reason
Another guy, different story
He told me he liked me and then hated me the nest day
He did this on and on forever
And ten someone noticed how mean he was
THe adults tried to fix it
He wouldn't take it
He lied to them
He told them he would be my friend
He told them the only reason he didn't like me was because I asked him too many questions
He told them all of that bullshit
And I believed every word of it
Until someone told me otherwise.
That. He. Fucking. Lied.
That's why I'm the way I am
Because they aren't the only people who did shit like that
Because I don't believe that anyne is actually my friend.
Because, no one is
And they all talk about me behind my back
Those are my reasons