Mannequins and Nomads

So I guess you find out who your friends are
 When they side with the one who breaks your heart
 And oh, I guess you find out who your enemy is
 When he swoops under the guise of your friend
 That's the just the way it goes
 And I've moved on, but it still hurts to know
 That those who claim they mean it will lie when it's convenient
 And leave you still reeling for far too long
 I guess that's heavy handed for me to say
 But I can't help that I felt betrayed
 And i never even asked you why you left
 I hope it kills you when I'm living my dreams, and you're riding coattails, and oh
 I hope it tears you up inside, I hope he leaves you cold at night
 I hope you rot in your hick town, I hope that history drowns you out
 I Hope it crushes you both when his house of cards tumbles down to the floor
 And i never even asked you why you left
 And now I will breathe your name out, with trails of vapor on ink-black sky
 And hope that frosted air, and trees leaves-bare, will entomb your memory
 And if not, I will forget you, when I head true north, I'm gone