What did I do?
Where did I go wrong?
I don't want to cry to you over the phone.
Ever since last summer I've seen it in your eyes,
You dislike me completely, I just want to cry.
Did I do something that you didn't like?
I said something didn't I? I bet that's right.
Is it about hair? About my look?
My dress sense or character, my nose that resembles a hook?
My red hair or freckles, pimples on skin?
Tell me please, or don't you know where to begin?
Am I so bad that you turn away?
Giggle and point, it's an awful game to play.
It frustrates me heaps, what's going on?
Was my friendship with you only a con?
If you think it's me, who dislikes you,
Then why do I always hang around with you two?
You have so many good friends, unlike me,
I've never had really good friends like you two see?
All through primary school I was the only one,
No birthday parties to go to, zilch, nada, none.
But when I met you two I knew it would change,
Sleepovers and parties were no longer strange.
But then something happened; it was no longer like that,
All the good times we've had together just went splat.
Campouts and boat trips were no more.
Our friendship was walking right out the door.
Where is it going, our friendship that is,
It is meant to be ours, definitely not his.
I don't like this mystery pulling us apart,
Please tell me what's wrong, don't be afraid to start.
So what did I do?
Where did I go wrong?
I honestly thought our friendship was more strong.
