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?