I have been called many things,
What has never been, is bully.
To think that I bullied,
Is kind of similar to someone I killed,
Both are somehow unimaginable.

What my mistake is,
You are wondering.
I didn't forgive someone,
Who wasn't worth forgiving.
His friends insinuated I did wrong,
But he was the one,
To hurt me all along.

What my mistake is,
You still aren't realising.
I trusted someone,
Who wasn't worth trusting.
He insinuated I was head over heels with him,
But in the end I considered him,
No more than a college friend.

Why did he became the victim,
You are thinking.
He cried,  in front of them.
I didn't, He showed crocodile tears.
I couldn't, he was a boy.
I wasn't.

Now his friend comes,
And said what he did was wrong.
What I  did was hellish,
All I did was show his true colours,
That was the mistake he said.

You chose him,
Thank you very much.
You are biased I'm not,
In the end breaking heart is his
Favourite game,
Becoming the crush is his passion.
He couldn't do either with me
That's why the crocodile tears came in between.