Enemy 'til Proven Friend.

Please show me.
Show me I wasn't wrong,
and that the feeling in my stomach is just hunger.
I mean, you cried.
That has to count for something.

...

This always happens.
Me; rethinking everything,
over-analyzing the simplist of choices.

...

But this isnt simple.
For one, you're my bestfriend;
you deserve a second chance..
Mind you, you're my bestfriend
after all that trust you broke,
do you really think you should have gotten
that much out of me?
This isnt supposed to be happening.

That's it.
I'm moving to England.