They're supposed to hate eachother.

Sam and Freddie,

They're supposed to fight,

and bicker,

and I'm supposed to break it up.

But they just had to go and kiss on the fire escape.

They just had to go and fall in love,

And they just had to start dating

and making out on my couch all the time.

Well it's my couch.

And it's my house.

And it's my best friends.

But those things aren't mine anymore.

Because Sam's best friend is Freddie.

And Freddie's best friend is Sam.

Sam is Freddie's Princess Puckett.

And Freddie is Sam's Freddie-Bear.

And I'm just Carly.

Everytime I see her tell him he's a dork, then kisses his nose,

Or every time I see him raise his eyebrows at her and stare at her with longing,

It makes me sick.

Every day I see comments on iCarly,

Saying Sam and Freddie are such a cute couple!

Or Carly and Freddie should date!

It's always Sam and Freddie,

Sam and Freddie,

Sam and Freddie,

But not once have I see Carly and Sam and Freddie.

Because Carly and Sam and Freddie no longer exists.

We're not a group anymore,

They're Ridgeway's cutest couple,

And I'm just that girl who follows them around places.

And its all because of me.

I'm the one who introduced them to each other in sixth grade,

I'm the one who urged Sam to go out onto the fire escape and apologize.

And I'm the one who made Freddie ask Sam to the dance after Jacob Carter dumped her.

But do they care?

She told me she hated him.

He told me he hated her.

They've been hanging out without me.

And they don't even tell me about it.

And every day I watch as they share eskimo kisses on my couch,

And pretend it doesn't bother me.

It shouldn't bother me.

I should feel happy for them.

But somehow, I can't help but feel like I was always the glue of our group.

And now that they're stuck together,

There's no need for glue anymore.