I spent so long believing the world was gentle the way i was,
I thought if I stood by people honestly, they would do the same for me.
So when everyone painted her as the wrong one,
I stayed beside her and told them they simply didnt understand her.
I defended her in rooms, she'll never even know about,
thinking she was softer than the world made her seem.
But all it took was me admitting something hurt me,
not asking her to change
just hoping she'd understand it differently
And somehow, in the end, I became the bad person like always,
The same girl I protected, looks at me and goes around calling me a bitch
Funny how i spent so long defending her from the world
just for her to prove the world right











