"i worked for you for free, i cooked for you, i drove you around" except i paid full price for your art, i paid for bleach and dye when you did my hair and took you out for meals in return, i paid for my share of groceries and for my own meals when we ate out, you drove US around
me mourning my friendship with my ex-bffs like they died versus being mad that they took advantage of me while holding their stupid years-long grudge: there are two wolves inside of me