I don't know how much longer I can take this.

You used to be so open, so happy, so carefree.

Then she came along.

You've completely changed.

Deny it all you want.

You let her change you.

Sometimes I wonder if it's really you I'm talking to.

Nothing's been the same since she came into the picture.

I hate her.  

I can't speak my mind to you, because you wouldn't like what
I had to say.

I can't tell you what I really think of her.

It would just add more fuel to the raging fire of things
I've said.

So I smile and pretend everything is okay.

I'm used to it by now, anyway.

But I think I might be losing my best friend.

She smirks at me, and I want to rip her fucking face off for
all she's done.

If she really loves you so much, why is she putting you
through all this?

You deserve so much better.

Can't you see what she's doing to you?

Watching her kill you is killing me.