Humiliation

how could you? why would you? I feel so used for
every time I helped you out and then felt right it's
depressing confessing I'm just your way of testing
the truth in two wrongs not making right and you
thought the one night stand gives you some upper
hand I'm happy you feel victory in spite could you
define a friend we're not just odds and ends you
polish off when something isn't right so now I'll tell
you the hearts you've broken your words unspoken
you change sides like seasons commiting acts of
treason and you've been a coward well even in your
finest hour you're associated with everything I've
hated now take a bow you've won last place in the one
man race how could you? why would you? I feel so
used for every time I helped you out and then felt right