I mean I guess I can believe you

When you tell me its strictly 

Friendship, but from his end I’ll 

Never be sure and baby I will 

Always believe you, but the “not

So flirty words” coming from his

Forked tongue make it hard for 

Me to buy it

I have enough of this friend and 

That friend, when I cant even 

Trust my best friend, when guys 

Go for their own gain and the 

Disregard for what is sacred in 

Your relationship would never 

slip their mind

Rats running across the floor 

Of my house, they come picking

At the scraps they found from 

The mess that had been yet to

Pick up, no cat to come by and

Pick them apart 

He tells you that he thinks of 

You and my brain tells my heart

That I have a new enemy, 

Someone new to bring that 

Temptation of hate into my heart

Where it doesn’t belong

Put up my guard and keep my 

Eyes open, what good it can 

Bring when jealousy is forced

Into our relationship, that this

Punk had the nerve to cause 

Problems in what is most 

important to me

No chance for me to make 

Him back off, miles away 

From their shenanigans and

Smug moves on the girl I love

And if I could I wouldn’t have

Not any day