Tell me that you hate me; Tell me that you wish I was gone. We both know I betrayed your trust So what are you waiting for? If you are expecting an apology, Forget it, you’re not getting it. And I’m not going to give an excuse Because I don’t have one. I can see the hatred burning in your eyes, And all the things you will never say. If you think your silence will hurt me, I will inform you that it will not. There are plenty of things I can say, Even the words you would love to hear. I know you don’t like beautiful lies, So I will say the truth: I’m not sorry. I wish you will realize you hadn’t lost a friend; I was never your friend. And that’s the beauty in betrayal: You know who your true friends are. Once upon a time, not so long ago, You thought you knew everything about me. So isn’t it quite ironic You can’t even say my name now?