​if birds were real - ​what are friends for anyway

What's the point of having friends
When i can't trust none of them
I hear you talk behind my back
I see it when you're next to them

I'll close my eyes and make pretend
That nothings really happening
Until i fucking snap
And i leave this room with bloody hands

What's the point of having friends
When i can't trust none of them
You told me you would call me back
So why am i left on read again
I asked if i did something wrong
You told "nono not at all"
But i can tell there's something wrong
There's always something fucking wrong