Bad Reputation

Maybe I should hate you for this, raise my voice and yell,
call you names and hurt you tell you to go to hell.
Maybe I should spread lies about you like you did with me,
so that your reputation stands right, the way it's supposed to be.

I can't believe you told those lies and made me look like nothing at all,
I was wondering when the day would come so I could watch you fall.
I don't hate you, and most likely never will,
I've put up with the pain because I actually KNOW how to deal.

Don't come crying to me when you fall flat on your face,
don't come wailing at me when you're nothing but a disgrace.
Because you and I were so cool and so tight,
but what makes you think that things are still right?