We were supposed to be friends.

"We were supposed to be friends." You say
And take a little bow
when what you thought was finally over
had really only started now.
The way those words had stung just then
you never could have known.
You were blinded to my feelings
But the prickly seeds were sown.
When you supposed you two were friends
I waited there for you
Knowing perfect well that you'd forgot
That we'd been friends once too.
His one mistake was telling you
he'd take you on a date.
You both left me a bit that day, so
suddenly separate
I'd known that things were different then
but ever since that day
When our friend came back over now
you left me by the way.
I lost a friend that fateful day,
the pain was very real.
But you were more important then.
I knew that pain would heal.
The offs and ons, the ups and downs,
I never left your side.
But when I got back home each night
I laid awake and cried.
You both moved on, and I was left
alone and in the dust
To mourn alone the death of that
sweet friendship and the trust.
My friend came back when you were gone
though never quite the same
But in your mind, yes every time,
you felt YOU were the aim.
Perhaps you were, perhaps you weren't.
I really couldn't say.
I still don't care about that game.
I still refuse to play.
Because, my friend, it is a game.
A game that never ends.
A game that always ends like this:
"We were supposed to be friends."
"We were supposed to be friends." The words
rang deep inside my soul.
The words, though meant for someone else,
 burned just as bright as coal
for every time you left me waiting
though you promised you'd be back.
I knew that things were ending then.
I felt the friendship crack.
We were supposed to be friends, but friends
don't keep away and hide.
You put yourself before me and
the friend inside me died.
I knew much better than to say
the thing I did that day.
I simply couldn't take it--so
I put ME first, okay?
From that day on we left and hid and
always stayed away.
But I couldn't bear to be with you
and you liked it that way.
I reminisce sometimes about
the way things used to be.
I miss you now, I wish that you
would come on back to me.
But no, it cannot happen. This
is where the story ends.
Just remember me, when it's all done.
Because we were supposed to be friends.