So tell me what your best friends knows that I don’t know, tell me why you talk me down wherever you go; you’re a saint, you’re a king, and I’m just another girl without a crown. Tell me where you sell me out, everywhere you go, I just wanna know what your best friend knows. You stand a little to tall, say a little too much, gonna bite that know it all tongue; you tried a little too hard, now I’m calling that bluff, big plans are coming undone. That’s just typical, you’re so cynical; couldn’t have me, I didn’t want you, you’re selling me out to the boy I can’t afford to lose, you set your self up to lose.