She knew that I was hurting, but she still looked at me as if depression is a bad word, that she can't say. She knew that I loved him, but she still let me walk away. She knew that I was anxious, but she still never let me talk it out. She knew she was my best friend, and that I have a fear of loosing her she took advantage of that. She knew that I made out with him and that it meant something to me, but she still kissed him anyway. She knew everything, but that never changed anything.