I still want to believe that you're a good person on the inside.

I still want to believe that every secret I ever told you, but you still keep inside your heart.

I want to believe that I didn't just waste my time on being friends with you.
I want to believe that you don't just laugh with her about my insecurities.

I like to think that y'all don't just sit there behind my back after knowing me for so long, and just laugh about everything that was me. You probably do, but I'll never know the actual answer.
I want to believe that every time you have an anxiety attack, or you start thinking about your sister that you can lean on her.

I hope that she could replace me because that's all I ever wanted for you.

I only wanted you to be happy, I know that wasn't me, and that's why I took myself out of your life.

I could afford to stay in it I could've fought for y'all to break up and for me to still be your friend because you said you would never choose her over me. You did though, and I know deep down she's a great person because she was my best friend.

Maybe this is me thinking too much about myself. Maybe y'all don't even think about me.

I like to think you do though.