Turning the Coat

What am I doing wrong? I do not know But love flies too, as the raven must crow His song sings of happiness and sorrow Happy, sad days, another tomorrow When we loved each other, shy to admit Crushes were fatal; I, the hypocrite Gave out advice to someone who crushed on The same one I did, I was woebegone Playing two faces, in opera style Dealing out cards, Benedict Arnold smile Turncoat at ready, the plans behind back But when I turned, I nearly had heart attack I realized pitfall of deception Would friends still care? Am I the exception? So my coat is still friend-side out, colors Scarlet and black, painted watercolors What am I doing wrong? I do not know But love flies too, as the raven must crow His song sings of happiness and sorrow Happy, sad days, another tomorrow